book — UK — 1982

A man with amnesia awakes in a hospital where untraditional methods to help people to remember are being used. He finds out that the hospital is really in his mind and so are the perversions. Although I consider myself a fan of modern literature this piece here is a bit too pornographic to me. To summarise everything in one sentence - Mr. Fowles is trying to show your humble servant that writing a novel is the same as having sex (or something like that). There are some quite interesting dialogues between Miles and Eratho but between all the crap it still doesn`t make a good point. I`d never think that a man who wrote `The Collector` could create something like that. It`s not even disgusting - it`s just plainly bad and pretends to be a porn book at some stages, without being really sarcastic.
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