Every once in a while, it just happens : Everyone raves over a book, then I read it - and find it actually IS every inch as magnificent as it was claimed to be!
Yet, this opus did not have much going for it, storywise. Autobiographical accounts of an outsider intellectual in a boorish, underprivileged smalltown family aren't exactly on top of my reading list, I can tell you.
I can't bear pessimism, and before this, I wouldn't have thought it possible to tell this kind of story in an objective mindset, without poring over the sordid parts, especially as the story is the author's own.
No whining, then! A clear-eyed, detached view on his family, expressed in a dispassionate but elegant voice.
No wonder he has won so many awards. All well-deserved.