My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Because of Garp, Own Meany, and all the folk at The Hotel New Hamshipre, John Irving will always be one of my favourite writers. He is pretty heavy though and I must admit that lately I don’t quite know if I’m clever enough to read him any more. I have most of his books displayed proudly above my fireplace. Some I have read, some I haven’t. I keep thinking I should get around to them but then opt for something a little less taxing on my IQ. I chose to read Piggy Sneed this month because I couldn’t leave John Irving out of a month of reading my favourite authors, now could I? And it was the shortest book. Unfortunately I have to admit that I didn’t love it. I didn’t hate it either. But it didn’t stay with me at all. Not like Owen Meany and Egg did. Not at all. IT was good writing, because Irving is good at writing, but I’ll forget these stories soon enough. I’ve actually forgotten most of them already.
Perhaps it is time to pick up another one of his novels….