The People's Act of Love

A piece of snow rested on her mouth. She licked it off and tasted the grainy, rainy, travelled taste of it.

I tried so hard to like The People’s Act of Love, by James Meek. But I didn’t, and I simply can’t put my finger on why. It took me a long time to read, and I nearly gave up several times.

the use of language is wonderful – see above. The plot is good, the characterisation is good, the reviews are splendid (which is why I bought it), and yet – somehow – it just didn’t work for me. But it has put me in the mood to watch Doctor Zhivago, which I may just go and do shortly.

p.s. perlmonger has just brought me toast and marmite. See why I love him?