Title: Metaphysical Maundering
Product review: It's not that parts aren't interesting, but Wilder's metaphysical maunderings (which pop up with disheartening regularity and which he would have probably termed "philosophizing") are (1)frequently incomprehensible, (2)often foolish in their overgeneralized assertiveness, and (3)sometimes exasperatingly contradictory, as if he himself were befuddled about what he's going on and on about. Maybe the last half of the book contains the parts that so many readers are adulating the whole of it for, but I sent the novel to the trash can about midway through. Too self-indulgent for my tastes, and I'm at a loss to account for the number of commentators who found the book such a meaningful delight.
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