Blame it on Jimmy Buffett. Yes, Mr. Margaritaville himself. He’s finally done with his book A Salty Piece of Land something a parade of less-than-gifted fiction writers haven’t been able to do. I officially gave up on a book for which I had paid my own hard-earned money. After reading almost nine chapters of his 2004 novel about Tully Mars and his trek to the tropics from Wyoming, I can’t force myself to go any further. I’ve cried “Uncle!” and tossed the book into my holding box destined for resale at Half Price Books.
I wish I could justify my having been disappointed in this book by saying it is the first of the King Parrothead’s books I’ve read. It’s not! Four or five years ago I read Where Is Joe Merchant?. Early on, I became disillusioned with the pace of the novel and the lazy meanderings of Buffett’s storytelling style. I kept telling myself he would pick up the pace and get to the point soon. It didn’t happen. I slogged onward to the end, doggedly adhering to my personal standard of never giving up on a book I’d started.
A Salty Piece of Land landed on my http://www.goodreads.com/ ‘to-read” reading list at a time when I’m pressed for time in all areas of my life. Work, family obligations and an on fire need to write leaves me with little time for reading, a pleasure that I’ve enjoyed since I was a child. Thanks to Jimmy Buffett’s book, I’m no longer an official member of the Finish What You Start Book Club.
I feel so liberated!