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I received this book from Goodreads in exchange for an honest review. I'm so confused! This book is so well written but for most of it, I had no idea what was going on. Is Jean a real person.... no clue! Is Ingrid a real person.... no clue! Did those other people really die.... no clue! I couldn't even begin to rationalize what actually went on in this book. So this book while it is ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ in the writing department, I gave it ⭐️⭐️⭐️ because it infuriates me to no end when I cannot make heads...
What a brilliant accomplishment! I can't believe how well Mr. Redhill gets us into the mind of someone experiencing mental illness. I think that's a really tough thing to do, and so often it fails. To me, Bellevue Square was a resounding success in this way. The ending was insane. But wasn't that the point?? I thought it was brilliant.One thing I can't stop thinking about -- and I'm walking up to the line of spoilers here -- is that Redhill used his own alternate name (Inger Ash Wolfe) as a char...
Bellevue Square is the latest book from Michael Redhill. It's also a Scotiabank Giller Prize Finalist.The premise? A customer in Jean Mason's bookstore tells her that she has a double, a doppelganger. Jean is intrigued and heads to Bellevue Square (a park) to see if she too can see this woman.I was intrigued by the idea of the double. And my interest was further piqued by this early line..."I put the phone away and at that exact moment a woman I would later be accused of murdering walked into my...
Thank God that’s over. It got marginally better about halfway through, and I thought the book had finally found its rhythm, but no. Then it just became more and more bizarre. I didn’t enjoy this book at all. If it wins the Giller, I may have to boycott the award in future!
Last fall, Michael Redhill’s Bellevue Square won the Giller Prize, one of the most prestigious (and, at $100,000, generous) literary prizes in Canada. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall at the jury deliberations, just to hear some convincing arguments for the book’s quality.It’s not bad – it’s certainly readable. And I enjoyed the descriptions of Toronto people and landmarks. But it’s missing some essential ingredient to make it really… special. Jean Mason, a Toronto bookstore owner, hears
This is the first David Lynch movie I've ever liked.
I know this must be a worthwhile book. It is currently long listed for the Giller prize and has many favourable reviews. It started out for me with an interesting premise. A woman sees her identical self in the vicinity of a market and adjacent park in Toronto, after a few others have mistaken her for this person. This vision, if it is one, may be a doppelganger, often said to forecast imminent death in folklore. Does this identical person actually exist or is it all a hallucination? After some
I'm not entirely sure what just happened here but I am intrigued; especially considering there are to be other related novels coming along soon?Jean owns a book store and one day a customer tells her that she saw someone who looks just like her in Kensington Market. Jean quickly becomes obsessed with meeting her twin but things proceed to get quite weird. Quite, quite weird. The prose is very simple but there is a lot going on with regards to identity, reality, and consciousness. It's also unaba...
You’re going to want to dedicate an entire 48 hour stretch to read this one. I’m equal parts thrilled and totally boggled.
The writing is superb. The story makes you question your own sanity.I hope the next two books help me understand wtf just happened.
Visit the locations in the novelThis is going to be one of those books which divides and conquers. Some will love it, others won’t get it. I wasn’t sure what camp I was in for a while reading this and it’s only afterwards that I realise I’m in the first. It’s a surreal read but one which really gets inside your head and messes with your thoughts which is apt given the themes in the book.I had to read this slowly and then often would flick back to something I thought I’d read but wasn’t sure an
On May 15th I did a tally of all the people I had individually witnessed in Bellevue Square, comers, goers, and stayers. Among my most interesting sightings was a drunken teenager making out with the Al Waxman statue, as well as a man sitting in the grass with a bottle of Vaseline and a single, disgusting Q-tip, which he inserted into his nostrils loaded with petroleum jelly. I also saw people getting each other off under blankets and a nudist who was ushered out of the park by police officer