Until I Find You
John Irving is a man that always gets mixed reviews for his books. Same with this one. In all those reviews to me it seems like people not able to see past the absurdity, getting hung up about some taboo being shattered, and generally not getting that irony and humour can be mighty weapons in dealing with the most hurtful.
Until I Find You is a good book, all 800 pages of it. The absurd characters, the twisted tour of Europe, the weirdness of the sexual development of all involved, and the sudden reversal of perspective on the relationship between the main character and his parents, are all just plain funny because of their twistedness. The end is moving, and shows once again how loveable imperfection can be. In all its absurdity Irving again writes a story that is utterly human. At least to my eyes.