Looked at my site and it said I had made 299 posts - so this must be number 300!
Just finished Breath by Tim Winton.
His characters always seem unfulfilled.
No one is okay with life.
There is the small town mentality that results in angry fathers, discontented youths and women who seem powerless or impotent.
He captures the poverty of language in young men, is poverty in the soul too?
Soul - less, the only time there is respite is in the dance with the waves.
Like this becomes a church of its own.
But a self serving one.
I am not sure the analogy of breath really comes alive in the narrative.
Cross pollination from the surf crushing down on its victims, gasping for breath, the old man's sleep apnoea and the erotic suffocation. The grasping for breath..........for meaning something to someone.
But it is a tale you grudging follow, if not to see where the coming of age will take the reader.