Martin
Active Member
I've been on a rereading binge this year; at least 3/4 of what I've read this year, I read for a second time. And something struck me as funny. First impressions are, at least for me, it seems, not always 100% correct.
While my first impressions of the bulk of the books I reread this year remained virtually intact, there are a few instances where I was dead wrong first time round.
Notable example - I reread David Brin's Kil'n People, a pulpy sci-fi/crime thriller, which I enjoyed the hell out of first time round. The second time, however, I couldn't help noticing what an enormous piece of crap it was. Characters didn't captivate me, the story didn't excite me, and the writing style didn't particularly make me envy Mr. Brin.
Another example is my current read, Jose Saramago's semi-apocalyptic Blindness, which was one of the best books I read in early '04. This time round, though, it just doesn't do it for me. While I still recognise the quality of the writing, and the importance of the premise and it's execution, the book itself kind of bores me. Take the long, strung together sentences, and the namelessness of the main characters; these are gimmicks I so very much enjoyed first time round, because they put you in the shoes of the characters, which simply annoy the pants off me now. I find myself skimming and skipping more and more often.
So, is this because it's a reread? Seems unlikely, because the bulk of this year's rereads went down fine. Have my tastes shifted away from these specific books? Could be; I got slightly older, and slightly more mature and experienced in the ways of life. Or are first impressions not always as correct as we think they are? That, the first time around, you are so excited about the author, or the premise of the book, that you tend to forget about the minor (and perhaps major) annoyances?
Who knows?
While my first impressions of the bulk of the books I reread this year remained virtually intact, there are a few instances where I was dead wrong first time round.
Notable example - I reread David Brin's Kil'n People, a pulpy sci-fi/crime thriller, which I enjoyed the hell out of first time round. The second time, however, I couldn't help noticing what an enormous piece of crap it was. Characters didn't captivate me, the story didn't excite me, and the writing style didn't particularly make me envy Mr. Brin.
Another example is my current read, Jose Saramago's semi-apocalyptic Blindness, which was one of the best books I read in early '04. This time round, though, it just doesn't do it for me. While I still recognise the quality of the writing, and the importance of the premise and it's execution, the book itself kind of bores me. Take the long, strung together sentences, and the namelessness of the main characters; these are gimmicks I so very much enjoyed first time round, because they put you in the shoes of the characters, which simply annoy the pants off me now. I find myself skimming and skipping more and more often.
So, is this because it's a reread? Seems unlikely, because the bulk of this year's rereads went down fine. Have my tastes shifted away from these specific books? Could be; I got slightly older, and slightly more mature and experienced in the ways of life. Or are first impressions not always as correct as we think they are? That, the first time around, you are so excited about the author, or the premise of the book, that you tend to forget about the minor (and perhaps major) annoyances?
Who knows?