The Swan
- Jun 13, 2012
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 18
★★☆☆☆
If there's one word I would use to describe Jim Cohee's The Swan, it's "exhausting." Incessantly bouncing from fantasy to reality, there's little in the way of cohesive narrative. You could, quite literally, chop up and rearrange the book in any order you like and come away with the same result. Whether the writing is any good, then, becomes irrelevant because none of it adds up to any meaningful whole. And the writing isn't bad—it's just pointless. If this is the future of the memoir, one where a writer simply assembles a dizzying array of thoughts and memories (real and imagined) as if leafing through a stack of photographs, then count me out.
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