Having just finished Waiting by Ha Jin, I have one question:
How the fuck did this win the National Book Award?
Here’s the story:
A young man marries a woman his parents want him to marry. However, he’s ashamed of her because she isn’t pretty and has unfashionably bound feet. So he lives far away at the hospital he works at and comes to visit his wife and daughter once a year. Then he meets a nurse at the hospital and decides he wants to marry her. But he can’t seem to manage it each year for 18 years. Meanwhile his wife remains devoted to him. Finally he gets his divorce, marries the nurse (who’s become a psycho-shrew in the meantime) who has twin boys and turns out has a serious soon-to-be-fatal heart condition. In the end, he tells his ex-wife that his new wife will be dying soon, and asks if she’ll help him raise the twins. And she agrees.
Riiiiiiight.
I just don’t know where to start in describing my extreme dislike of this book. Maybe it’s my complete lack of respect for the main character–the doctor. He’s a spineless pathetic weasel who’s so wrapped up in his own world that he doesn’t even concern himself with playing any role in raising his daughter or supporting his wife beyond the money he brings home once a year. And yet two women are so in love with this loser? The only people in the book who seemed remotely interesting and likable were his long-suffering first wife and their daughter.
Overall, the book just didn’t seem particularly well written. While I have to say it was slightly better Dough (although what wouldn’t be?), I really didn’t enjoy it at all.
So…2 stinkers in a row I’m afraid. I think I may have to add another wildcard selection to my pile, so I can be sure of a winner. It could be time for …..my man Murakami!!!!