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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)813.52Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1900-1944Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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Torchlight to Valhalla was very difficult for me to read for two reasons. Firstly, Wilhelm doesn’t use quotation marks for any of her dialogue, just like in We Too Are Drifting, which is one of my biggest pet peeves. Secondly, the subject matter was intensely relatable and tackled so well that it honestly brought up a bunch of really bad emotions. The story is about a lesbian and a man named Royal who is in love with her… having been in Morgen’s situation I did not enjoy reliving that. I respect Wilhelm for being able to capture such a specific, claustrophobic, uncomfortable situation so aptly though.
Toni, Morgen’s female love interest, only comes in in the last 30 pages, and I wasn’t really sure who she was or where she came from. The book kind of jumps abruptly to those two already having an established relationship, and there’s no build up, which is why I say it’s not an effective romance novel (perhaps it predicted the Uhaul Lesbian stereotype?). The scenes with Toni were certainly very romantic, with beautiful prose, but I wish she had been introduced at the start as a sort of foil to Royal.
This is a weird case where the characters are pretty well developed, but also don’t do much. Morgen is especially passive— she has next to no agency in the story as things just keep happening to her. More than anything, this was Royal’s story, and I honestly wasn’t terribly interested in his side of the tale. It’s also one of those books where everyone is an artist who doesn’t do much but lounge about and moan about their problems: Morgen’s a novelist, her father a painter, and Royal is a pianist. It can be fun and kind of voyeuristic to read about the lives of rich folks, but also kind of exhausting. As with the last Gale Wilhelm book, I learned a lot of new, glamorous words:
calyxes
wanderjahr
chablis
campanile
Karakul
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