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I read a wide variety of books and even when I'm not enjoying a book I generally finish it....but this book defeated me. I got to 31% and I was so bored by the story and the verbose writing style which felt so unreal and the characters were so lacking in character that I decided life was too short. Personally i wish i had saved my money.
Keichiro Hirano is a best-selling author in Japan. This novel, After the Matinee, has been made into a movie. It was available on kindle for free, so I figured I’d give it a go. I made it 47% of the way through (or so my kindle tells me) before throwing up my hands. It is, I’m afraid, one of the worst novels I’ve tried to read for a long time, and confirms me in my decision that conventional “literary” fiction is just not for me. The writing is leaden, and in the 47% I made my way through there wasn’t a page of this love story that in any way captured the excitement of love. Every sentence was stiff with clichés, though I don’t know whether to blame the author or translator for this. I’ve often said that one of the great things about being a grown-up is that you don’t have to finish books that you don’t like. This is one of those.
This story was well written and bittersweet but the ending was horrible, it left the reader not knowing what happened between Yoko and Makino, I wasted my time reading this book. Will not be reading this authors work again.
I bought this novel after reading The Man, which I felt it was a very well crafted story and it is still one of my favourite books. But At the End of the Matinee turned out to be a sore disappointment. I can't comment on the entire book because I couldn't finish beyond the first 100 pages. The characters and plot are so contrived. A famous musician fell in love with a war correspondent who happened to be some well known Yugoslavian film director. Throughout the pages that I read, the story was peppered with lots of unfamiliar names and references to distant historical events, fictional characters that were mentioned but not seen and so forth. Names like Vsevolod Garshin, Duino Elegies, Mario Castelnuovo Tedesco, just to name a few really put me off. It even included history and events of the Iraq War which I felt was totally unnecessary and killed any joy of reading this book. Characters were outright pretentious, wallowing in self-pity and shallow to the extent it made the book unreadable. Absolute waste of time and money.