Bunburying

yesterday i purchased two books to amuse myself, which i do often since i am a veritable bookworm. one was The Hounds of the Morrigan by pat o'shea, and the other was a collection of plays by oscar wilde.

"The Importance of Being Earnest", which is the first of the wilde plays that i read is....outrageously absurd and....disagreeable. it is a mixture of witticisms that i do not find funny at all, and wisdoms that no longer apply and have lost their validity. the dialogue seems to run unorganized, full of fancies that seem abrudpt and opinions that are randomly included. rather, course planning, it there was any at all. the writing is...exceptional, when it comes to the language and style, but the plot and everything else i cannot like. the entire play is like a sporadic cinema of fancies, opinions, witticisms, and wisdoms that have no real art in them. its like listening to babbling conversation. granted, the chaos adds to some of the humor.

so far, The Hounds is...tolerable. the humor has not touched me as of yet, though critics say it is a funny book. but perhaps i should wait, i have only reached the third chapter. i fear that the writing is a little immature for me. i have become accustomed to a more mature style. but then again it is a children's book...

i shall stop before someone skewers me about these book reviews...