Ernest Vincent Wright (1872–1939)

This book is famous for not having any words using a particular symbol that usually hangs out with A, I, O, and U. (Tis a hard thing to do, I am finding.) It's sooo amazing that Wright could accomplish a sound story with that mission, and at fifty thousand words on top of that. It warrants a LOT of kudos.

But... this book's plot is just okay. It's a bit slow, a bit boring. I don't know how much of that is word choosing, (as it truly limits your options) which could hurt his writing - though I kind of doubt it. I was struck by his vocabulary, and his story flows fairly naturally. And, so I stay fair, it's not all boring/slow. It has amusing bits. It's obvious this author has skill in writing, any way you look at it. (I found his introduction particularly humorous, and his following story has occasional, surprising wit.)

I'm glad I found it, but I wouldn't want to go through it again.… (plus d'informations)