Monday, April 7, 2014

Review: The Good Luck of Right Now by Matthew Quick

There are times in a reader's life, or reading-life, that one needs to step out of their comfort zone and take a plunge into something far beyond their likes and dislikes. Not that I took a complete 180 on this novel, but it certainly isn't the first book I would rush out to buy. Who didn't love Bradley Cooper in The Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick, film adaption? If you didn't, then, well, go back to start and do not collect R200.

Before I carry on, I do need to thank Exclusive Books for supplying me so quickly with a review copy. I am eternally grateful.

Matthew Quick has had two books out by two different publishers at the moment - I love it when something like this happens, because without a doubt these two books, while by the same author, will be polar opposites, but funnily enough not for Matthew. Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock is about an awkward eighteen year old overcoming his sense of weirdness and ultimately committing suicide

Then we meet The Good Luck of Right Now, that follows a similar theme as 38-year-old Bartholomew Neil who has only ever lived with his mother. When she gets sick and dies, he sorts through his grief by writing letters to Richard Gere. Why? Well because one day a general letter about the 'Free Tibet' campaign is received by his mother signed by Richard Gere; a huge fan she keeps this letter in her underwear drawer, and in the midst of her death she begins confusing Richard Gere and Bartholomew. So this is where we begin our adventure with dearest Bart. 

As Quick does so well, a cast of rather kooky characters from a disrobed catholic priest who takes up residence in Bart's house insisting God is soon to reveal his plan; the grief counsellor Wendy who is far more brittle than she likes to think; to the Girlibrarian Bart is dying to ask out, and how can we forget dear Richard Gere.

Told in a voice so honest and sincere you cannot help but to forgive Bartholomew's naivety and completely fall inlove with him. This is one of those books you pick up for a pick-me up. You wont find any astounding literary epiphanies in this novel, nor the speedy gritty pace of plot, what you will find is a rare chuckle at the events splashed on the page, a sparse thought on religion (even if you are atheist) and have the urge to watch Pretty Woman. Oh, what a lovely read.

Happy Reading.


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