So when someone loves grammar or is very aware of the rules, I'm a bit in awe. After all, I am usually doing my best to keep my head above grammatical water, let alone be able to notice grammatical flaws in public places. I can edit and edit and edit but I don't usually choose to edit my daily surroundings. In my experience, being too critical always ends badly.
Grammar, and all of it foibles, plays a central role in The Elegance of the Hedgehog (I really, really love the title). Two characters tell their own quest for truth, meaning and beauty while facing the day-to-day limitations of life and culture in modern day Paris. A little dense, yes. A good read, certainly. I openly admit to skimming sections that are waxing philosophical on art and the theory of art. I much preferred the narrative elements to the philosophical, metaphorical musings. But whenever the author was about to lose me because we had droned on about art long enough, the story reappeared and drew me in again. To summarize: if lofty language and academic prose aren't your thing then this book is not for you. However, if you are willing to read with a dictionary close at bay (another argument for e-readers), this book is a sweet read with a touching finish. And you will completely understand why such a a title would ever be given to a book.
Next up: a recommendation The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More (Roald Dahl) and The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (Alan Bradley)
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