The unforgettable ‘A Little Life’
I don’t even how to start with this one. I don’t think another book will top this one on my favorite from this year.
I read this book after a friend told me I remind him of a character, he then proceeded to tell me a little bit of the book; he explained the plot in such a way I couldn’t help but buy it—this will be in my reading challenge as borrowed from a friend, and I would have if we didn’t live so far away—the same day. Boy was I not ready for what it was coming.
The 2015 novel—a year I stayed out of literary news so I had no idea how huge and poignant it was—follows the lives of four diverse young men that met at university and become friends, establishing their adult lives in New York City: Willem Ragnarsson, an aspiring actor; Jean-Baptiste (JB) Marion, the child of Haitian immigrants and an artist; Malcolm Irvine, the son of a wealthy Upper East Side family; and Jude St. Francis a lawyer whose background is largely unknown even by his three best friends.
This book haunted me. Consumed me. It took me two months to read it and finish it because I avoided it at all costs. Jude’s life is all too real and depressing to read on one sitting. I’m sure I’m going to be thinking of this story for years to come and hope if becomes a classic.
It is a masterpiece, I love it, it’s so beautifully written and the characters are all so relatable and likable yet unlikable and frustrating and makes you root for them, but it’s heavy; Every page I read it reminded me of a past I wanted to forget like the character my friend said I reminded him of. My friend had that same issue: He dreaded reading that book as much as I did, and I don’t know if it is just us and we are just too sensible right now because of the world and our issues and it hits too close to home, but if you read it and I think you should, you have to be prepared that this is just not a happy novel.