El lector anónimo de The Lazy Review of Books tarda dos horas treinta y tres minutos en leer Opendoor y lo comenta en el blog.
Apologies for the delay. Given the season, I've been busy trawling the jobsites in a grimly stoical humour worthy, I think, of The Old Man and the Sea, and then applying, an activity I'm quite sure you don't want to hear any more about. So it's been hectic, and, frankly, quite miserable. It was cheering, therefore, to unexpectedly receive Open Door in the post, via a friend who subscribes to And Other Stories. And Other Stories is quite excellent, and makes me feel rather less desperate about the demise of publishing. Or even, on a good day, faintly positive.
Misjudgements on Havilio's part are rare, although some of the stranger scenarios can stretch the reader's patience a little. One or two of these bizarre happenings have so little connection to other events in the text that they can seem superfluous. Although the dreaminess of the novel is intentional, this too can be overemphasised, slipping into a slack numbness which is less successful. The carefully crafted dislocation can be overstrained too; there are episodes which become almost piecemeal as a result. None of this is really damaging, however, and I couldn't find a flaw half as sustained and striking as the books remarkable accomplishments.