Every once in a blue moon I run into a book that stumps me. And when I say stumped I mean mind-blitzing-I-don’t-care-how-many-cups-of-coffee-I’ve-had-I-still-can’t-figure-this-crap-out kind of stumped.
I started reading “The White Hairs” this morning, and before I knew it I was 50% of the way through, and still hadn’t the faintest idea as to what was actually going on. I understood that there was this man, or rabbit, or spirit (who knows) that lived in the mountains, and on a regular basis escaped his physical self to “explore.” Explore what exactly? Who knows, but in an effort to understand what I was reading I decided to duck under the cover of darkness, and sneak a peak at the synopsis again. To my surprise it offered no attainable help either, only more eye squinting, and rattled brain syndrome.
Most of you know by know that I pride myself on being relatively intelligent, (although sometimes my use of the words “y’all” and “wowza” reflect the opposite) so my inability to focus on the intended underlying story was a little frustrating. I picked up the major premise – Spiritual Enlightenment – but even now… 4 hours later I remain lost as to what a “spirit dog,” “a boat of murdered fisherman,” and a “galaxy full of giants” has to do with “understanding and dealing with your inner demons.” ( <– yes, it was that random)
A book that could have (if plotted properly) provided a much needed “light bulb” moment for the “down and out” instead only offered more confusion in an oddly formatted, child-esq bedtime story way with no determinable plot. The writing was not… bad… just odd, and the authors elusiveness to pinpointing WHAT actually it was I was reading about left a pretty bitter taste in my mouth.
Who knows… maybe this one was just past the line, over my head. Maybe my overworked fuse has finally blown, and I am no longer receiving the proper signals to make my brain function. Whatever the case this one left me questioning every word I read, and not in a good way.
Happy reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: sometimes you can go too far… even with the mythical.
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Here’s the synopsis cause lord knows there is no way I could have thought one up on my own.
The White Hairs is a work of spiritual mythology. Somewhere on a white and snowy mountain, is a young creature learning how to leave his body and travel the world inside of the wind. The wonders and terrors that he will see are the beginning of an adventure that will feel familiar to anyone who has been fed upon by life, and wanted to fight to get back the joy and soul that they were once able to take for granted.
“Farshoul watched as the long white hairs on his arms became translucent. He watched as they faded away. Soon he could see through the skin and bone of his arms to the ice beneath him. The frozen water that he could see through his phantom arm seemed more real than his own body. He watched as the others blurred in his vision, their white fur becoming indistinguishable from the snow around them. They appeared to disappear. Then Farshoul began to move.”