Just finished Irving’s The World According to Garp. I thought it was trash, pure and simple. Did I miss something in my reading? I hated every flat, shallow character (and every character can be described as such), and while Irving can write, what exactly was he writing about? Garp’s world is egocentric, plagued by self-doubt, paranoia, obsession. He cannot be redeemed by his fleshless family members or by his own actions.
At this point I need a palate cleansing. On to Konrath’s Rusty Nail. That should do the job.