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First, it has fully accepted that it is only fiction, can only be fiction, will never be anything but fiction, and therefore has no business fosles all tampering with real life or reality.
Fowles self-parody; his most comic novel although there aren’t many belly-laughs. The whole book is an argument between Green Fowles and himself Fowles using straw female figures as his discourse opponent. Took me longer than I anticipated but I managed to trudge it through. One minute he had the upper hand, the next moment she did; back and forth it proceeded until, in the end, they both fell helplessly into each others arms.
Dec 01, Stephen rated it it was ok.
Apr 17, hilary rated it it was ok Shelves: Fowles admitted it was a bagatelle, a mere side-note novel hence the titlebut I found the book mor Fowles self-parody; his most comic novel although there aren’t many belly-laughs. Even the muse Erata tells him “In my entire four thousand years I’ve never met such arrogance.
I love John Fowles’ other novels like The Magus but there is a reason I had never heard of this book before stumbling across it at a used bookstore.
One of the most surprising, unexpected, inventive and -yes – funny books I have read in a while. Hmmm I may have convinced my self it was a tad more horrible than I initially thought Just as happily, the hilarious and pointed asides about deconstructionists, postmodernists and other weirdos of 80s academia who “proved” that authors don’t write their own books are barbs now missing their target, since I can see no evidence that readers bother to even buy postmodernist books.
Sorry everyone, but Mantissa is a collection of meaningless ramblings, sometimes meandering through the author’s immoral sexual fantasies. However, this just felt contrived in places. Miles Green wakes up in a hospital bed, apparently afflicted with amnesia; soon a lovely doctor and a sexy nurse are matter-of-factly administering therapeutic sex to the outraged patient.
I thought his suggestion to this imaginary woman that she try working as a reviewer was ugly and uncalled for. It seems Brits of a certain age can write these unobtrusive, non-explicit stage plays, one after another, fow,es they’re less honest than Fowles.
MANTISSA by John Fowles | Kirkus Reviews
It is a boring, pretentious and uninspiring read. It is critical, unflattering, amusing, fascinating and demanding.
Daniel Martina mantisea and somewhat autobiographical novel spanning over 40 years in the life of a screenwriter, appeared inalong with a revised version of The Magus. Happily, the “meta” part of this meta-novel seems largely subdued. The protagonist immediately finds himself in a padded cell in some sort of asylum.
Dec 24, Jenny Reading Envy rated it it was ok Shelves: But the less characteristic comedy is uneven–from sublime to sophomoric. Published August 4th by Back Bay Books first published First, fkwles has fully accepted that it is only mantssa, can only be fiction, will never be anything but fiction, and therefore has no business at all tampering with real life or reality Serious modern fiction has only one subject: I thought I hohn in for another weird and twisted treat but alas then the reality checks come in and it all became rather like Greek to me.
Fowles admitted it was a bagatelle, a mere side-note novel hence the titlebut I found the book more satisfying than that. But the Point is the only point, meaning the book just isn’t for me. Mantissa also reveals much about Fowles’ writing process and literary outlook.
It quickly becomes apparent that the entire scenario is a metaphor for Fowles’ mind, the writing of his novels, and his response to literary criticism. I’m amazed, because I manitssa find Fowles’s work so engaging. Per my, verbally, far more interesting book, “Are the English Human? I enjoyed the symbolic room which brought the reader into the fictional writer’s brain.
Fowles wonderfully self-critiques his own insecurities and shortcomings both subtly and boldly as a novelist, a “surrealistic preamble” as his muse calls it.