Title: The Virgin Suicides
Author: Jeffrey Eugenides
Type: Fiction
Page Count: 250
Rating: 5/5
This book caught me off guard, because I wasn’t expecting it to be anywhere near as good as it actually was. I’d heard a few good things about Eugenides and I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen the movie based on this as well, although it was years ago and so I didn’t really remember it.
I’m glad of that, because for me, the real genius in this book is in the writing. Eugenides has this prose style that really just made me want to keep on devouring this book, and in a way it reminded me of Stoner by John Williams in the way that he could have been writing about literally anything and it would have still been a pleasure to read it.
I guess if I had to categorise it, I’d call this literary horror, and I think that’s a good thing. It might not be for everyone, and I’ve seen a lot of people particularly hating upon Middlesex because of the way he writes. Maybe he writes differently in that book, I don’t know.
All in all then, I was pretty impressed by this one and it’s already made me interested in seeing what else Eugenides has written. Although knowing my luck, it’ll turn out that he’s done something terrible and controversial and everyone will try to cancel me for enjoying his book. But it was good.
