- Tapa dura: 256 páginas
- Editor: Bloomsbury Publishing PLC; Edición: First Edition (17 de mayo de 2004)
- Idioma: Inglés
- ISBN-10: 0747570191
- ISBN-13: 978-0747570196
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Port Mungo (Inglés) Tapa dura – 17 may 2004
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"Patrick McGrath can write a love story like no other man alive--dark, a little twisted, very passionate, and so loaded with exact and unexpected sensuous detail that, although you may never wish to actually live in this sleazy little city of Port Mungo, you could happily spend a whole vacation within its pages." Peter Carey 'Brilliant' John Banville 'His prose, sinuous, savoury and sly, is a delight.' Graham Swift 'Fiction of a depth and power we hardly hope to encounter anymore.' Tobias Wolff
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From their childhood, Jack Rathbone has enjoyed the adoration of his sister Gin. When both attend art school in London, it is a painful wrench for Gin to watch Jack fall under the spell of Vera Savage, an older, flamboyant artist. Jack and Vera run off to New York within weeks and, from a bruised and bereft distance, sister Gin follows the couple's progress to Port Mungo, a river town in the swamps of the Gulf of Honduras. There, Jack devotes himself to his art, while Vera succumbs to infidelity and a chronic restlessness, which even the birth of two daughters cannot subdue. In his spellbinding narrative, Patrick McGrath tracks these individuals across decades and continents: the latter-day Gauguin figure Jack, his buccaneering mate Vera and their two girls, Peg and Anna, cast adrift in their parents' chaos - as observed by Gin, their far from detached chronicler. It is ultimately a world of dark tropical impulses and Manhattan art market forces, where a mysterious death is swathed in tight complicit secrecy, and the imperatives of narcissism and art hold human beings in outlandish thrall.Ver Descripción del producto
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Will work my way through his oeuvre.
There is an obvious danger here. McGrath is in a sense writing the same book each time out. We all know, starting a new novel of his, what to expect. The narrator can't be trusted, so the solution to the mystery must be the opposite of what we're told.
Until now, McGrath has managed quite well to surprise his readers. Even in his last book, "Martha Peake," he was able to pull a rabbit out of his hat at the very last minute. Unfortunately, he has now published his first failure with "Port Mungo."
I won't go into detail about the plot--you can read a synopsis elsewhere. Suffice it to say that readers already familiar with McGrath's modus operandi will know very early on in "Port Mungo" what is really happening. It makes the rest of the book quite dull, following the characters to a foregone conclusion.
And that isn't all. The characters themselves are not very well fleshed out. We spend the entire novel in Gin's brain, as it were, but never learn much of anything about her. Another vastly important character, Gin and Jack's responsible elder brother, is basically ignored. And so on.
I could add other points. The main setting, Port Mungo itself, is never resolved into a real place, but remains an impressionistic smudge. Worse, McGrath's sense of dark humor is almost entirely absent, giving the novel an absurdly self-serious air. These are not very nice people we meet in the book; a little humor would have gone a long way to improving it.
I don't want to give the impression that "Port Mungo" is awful. McGrath is too talented a writer to fail entirely, and I don't grudge the time I spent reading the book. Nevertheless, it is too, too familiar, the work of an excellent artist repeating earlier ideas. Those new to McGrath, of course, may very well get more out of the book than I did. But established fans will be disappointed.
Bottom line: a somewhat dull, borderline pretentious work by the normally reliable McGrath. Not recommended.