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Original Title:	Until I Find You
ISBN:	0345479726 (ISBN13: 9780345479723)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Jack Burns, Emma Oastler, Michelle Maher

Until I Find You

John Irving

Paperback | Pages: 820 pages

Rating: 3.64 | 24268 Users | 1549 Reviews

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Every major character in Until I Find You has been marked for life – not only William Burns, a church organist who is addicted to being tattooed, but also William's song, Jack, an actor who is shaped as a child by his relationships with older women. And Jack's mother, Alice – a Toronto tattoo artist – has been permanently damaged by William's rejection of her. This is a novel about the loss of innocence, on many levels.

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Title	:	Until I Find You
Author	:	John Irving
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Ballantine Books Trade Paperback Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 820 pages
Published	:	May 30th 2006 by Ballantine Books (first published 2005)
Categories	:	Fiction. Contemporary. Novels

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Life is too short. I can't handle this book for one more page. I made it to page 148. And I'm just sickened. It gets two stars since I just can't bring myself to give it any more chances, and maybe it gets better. But in a quest looking for spoilers, I found that the things that bother me so only get worse. I love other work by John Irving. This is just dreadful, though. I decided after sticking through Bleak House (Dickens) that I would be okay with book abandonment. I won't do it often. I have

I have very much enjoyed the other novels by John Irving I have read (Garp, Owen Meany, Widow for One Year), but I did NOT in any way enjoy "Until I Find You." All the classic Irving tropes are here (wrestling, prostitutes, New Hampshire, older women, people of small stature), but all are deployed in an absolutely forced, joyless, airless manner. The best thing I can say about this novel is that Irving's prose is typically readable. That is also the ONLY positive thing I can think to say about

What an excellent writer we have in John Irving. While this was not my favorite Irving book, it is still miles above most contemporary writers' most ambitious efforts. Anyone can read the inside of a book cover and get the "plot", but suffice it to say the plot will suck you in. What will keep you thinking about the book even when you aren't reading it, or make you want to read it every second you are able, are his characters, the symbolism, his humor, and, most adoringly, the author's "voice".

I have enjoyed quite a few of Irving's novels over the years, and mostly read them through in a few days of full immersion, about 300 pages per day, if not more, but this one dragged out over almost a month - mostly because I had lots of other things to do. So this might have affected the impression a little. Obviously Irving is doing everything he is so good at here as well. Weird, but likable characters, plot twists, memorable scenes. Humour and awkward erotics. We get to revisit the red light

I enjoyed the first section of this book, which seems almost like a return to the Irving of 'The World According to Garp' or 'The Hotel New Hampshire', about the young Jack and his tattooist mother wandering through assorted European cities searching for his elusive father. However, I feel the book deteriorates disastrously after that - the writing style seems to go downhill and there is a lot about child abuse which I just didn't want to go on reading.

"It's better than a sore penis," Jack said. From "Until I Find You." Well, maybe not ... John Irving's longest novel also takes the longest to become interesting if it ever does; I bailed before getting close to page 820, all ambition sapped from me by this strangely uninvolving work that, by my limited reckoning, never would have been published if submitted by an unknown. While containing familiar Irving elements (don't they all?), there is an utter lack of verve and momentum. It's as though

This is a case for me of a pure gut/emotional reaction, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.First of all, this book has totally sold me on John Irving. I read "A Prayer for Owen Meany", and had the hardest time getting into it. I really liked about the last hundred pages, but getting there was a chore, to be quite honest.But this book, this book had me from the first line to the last. And it is directly because of all of the personal parallels. You have the musician (I'm a musician, a pianist