Justine took me a lot longer to read than it should have...it's only 250 pages but I took four months to read it. Real life sometimes interrupts reading life like that. I not only wish it wouldn't have taken me so long because it shouldn't have, it also diminished the emotional impact that it had going in the beginning. Once I lost my steam in reading it, I couldn't find the punch again.
What it didn't lose, however, was the beauty of language. Now, the style of Durrell's writing could have gone either way: it could come across as brilliant, or it could come across as cheesy. Durrell somehow pulls it off. Throughout, I kept thinking, this is clearly what Francoise Sagan was trying to do in Bonjour Tristesse. This is the voice she wanted, but IMO, simply couldn't achieve. It's the complete opposite of Chandler's voice in The Big Sleep...it's elegant. Some of the phrases I underlined:
- A sky of hot nude pearl until midday
- I return link by link along the iron chains of memory
- The city which used as as its flora
- dust-tormented streets
- Dauntlessley candid eyes
- a sort of protozoic profile in fog and rain
- listening to the heavy tone of her scent
- After all what is the good of a fine metaphor for Melissa when she lies buried deep as any mummy in the shallow tepid sand of the black estuary?
Justine...it's hard to tell the plot, because there really isn't any. It's more of series of impressions. The narrator (unnamed) is dating Melissa, but sleeping with Justine, who is married to Nessim. Somewhere in there, Clea is involved as well, as are a host of others. I expect all the relationship among the characters to be explained further, and more clearly, in the subsequent books. That might be my one "complaint" about the novel...I say complaint in quotations because the problem was clearly exaccerbated by my faliure to read the book in a timely manner. Picking it up, reading 10 pages and then putting it down for 3 weeks is not recommended for this novel. Anyway, my "complaint" is that these characters just appear...suddenly they're there, or their mentioned offhandedly, and you're not sure if they're significant...you don't know what role they play. By the middle of the book, I started to keep a list of the characters, their descriptions and how they interact with everyone else, but it really wasn't much help. What is going on seems to be only seen through a fog that was difficult to penetrate. Hopefully the fog will be lifted as I move through the rest of the tetralogy.