Scott Esposito has a rather different opinion Péter Nádas’s Parallel Stories compared to the Three Percent review I posted last week.
Like most (all?) 1,100-page books, there were lots of awesome moments and lots of slog-worthy moments (though I do think that people will tend to agree where the awesomeness and slogfullness lies, which, in my opinion, is not a good thing). Nadas is clearly taking on something big here, and I think he does a worthy job with it, but these days I’m more interested in the kind of writing that an author like Laszlo Krasznahorkai is doing (for instance, The Melancholy of Resistance). The latter, to me, is more representative of literature as an art form, whereas what Nadas is doing is a little more pedantic. That’s not to say there aren’t a number of great, artistic moments, but on the whole the project feels different.