Is Amor Towles a children’s writer? The second novel of his I’m trying to read is killing me with the cloying, saccharine tone, pompously delivered platitudes, the one-sided, completely flat characters with the emotional complexity of an amoeba, and the didactic employment of “everyday magic.” But I thought about it, and both books of his that I find indigestible today would have worked for me when I was 8.
I don’t understand how these novels can be bestsellers. They read very easily and require zero thinking, but the author hasn’t met a truism that he doesn’t like, and it soon gets tiresome. I’m currently trying to get through The Lincoln Highway and realizing that I’m several decades too old for this stuff.
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