Usually, when you reach the half way point in a novel, things really start happening in a story. When I reached the meridian in "AT SWIM...", I couldn't think of any reason to continue. I can't rate this book for not finishing it. All I can say is, it's definitely not for everyone, and I am one of them. I found the "Third Policeman" more intriguing, but I couldn't finish that one either.
Claimed by its author to have been so detested by Hitler that he started World War II just to sabotage its sales, this 1939 novel is about a guy writing a novel about a guy writing a novel. Unexpectedly, the characters from the innermost story, yearning for freedom, rebel against their author by trapping him in a novel of their own. This is not always an easy read, but there is no matching Flann O'Brien's witty and subversive imagination.
Five stars, not entirely for reading pleasure, but also for originality and influence on metafictional writings. O'Brien seems to me to be more of a cult phenomena now, almost eclipsed by Joyce and Beckett, but he should be read more widely.
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