"All I can do is talk about writing, theorize about writing, but I can't take the leap. I can't just write. But I still call myself a writer What the hell do you call that if not somehow fraudulent?"
"And the rest of us?" asked Genevieve dangerously. She hadn't painted anything in a while.
Eli realized he was about to step on a land mine, and retreated. "Sorry, I'm rambling. Ignore me," he said.
Till the final pages of the novel, the reader is given little hints and it's a bit like trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together but finding that someone has removed a third of the pieces and is returning them bit by bit until the last piece falls into place at the end of the story, when things become clear and then there is a jaw-dropping bit of action. That hint of mystery made the pages fly.
The theme of this book seems to be that we all need to avoid just skating around the edges of life rather than simply plunging into the icy water and living. I love that.
I should also mention that the cover is my favorite book cover, so far this year. When I first saw a small image of the cover of Last Night in Montreal, I thought I was looking at a crepe with some sort of fruit spilling out. It wasn't till the book arrived that I realized I was looking at a pomegranate. Would you believe I've never seen a pomegranate in real life? Seriously, as far as I know I've never seen one. I've only seen photographs. I feel left out, somehow, but I love the cover image and I think it fits the book quite well.
4.5/5 - a rare, amazing debut. Last Night in Montreal is a fabulous book, well worth owning.