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Jack Burns, the hero of the tale, is four years old when it all begins. He is the illegitimate son of Daughter Alice, a tattoo artist and, guess what, daughter of a tattoo artist. She takes Jack on a pilgrimage to find his womanizing father, William, a church organist and "ink addict." By seeking out church organs and tattoo parlors, she expects to find him. She doesn't, and by now we have spent more than a hundred pages in Northern European cities doing an imitation of Groundhog Day. Same story, different day: a little prostitution for Alice, a few questions asked; alas, no daddy.
Alice and Jack return to Toronto so that Jack may enter a previously all-girls school, which will admit little boys for the first time. There begins another 200 pages of the girls and the teachers abusing Jack, over and over again. By now, he is five and is, for some unfathomable reason, eminently interesting to girls and women. His "friend" Emma keeps careful track of "the little guy," as she calls Jack's penis, looking for signs of life. The worst part of all this is that none of it is funny or sad or even clever. There are wrestling vignettes, of course, and prep school tedium, but no bears. Maybe bears would have saved it. There were funny parts in The World According to Garp and The Cider House Rules as well as poignant, horrific parts in both of those and other Irving novels. This story is flat. The voice never changes; it just drones on.
Jack becomes an actor. First, he is a boy in drag because he is so pretty, then he takes transvestite parts. He and Emma, now a published novelist, live together in LA, which provides endless opportunity for name-dropping. His career eventually takes off and he gets recognition and awards, but still no daddy. Irving, it turns out, never knew his father, either. Perhaps this exercise will exorcise that demon once and for all and Irving's next book will be about something more compelling than a little boy's penis and his trashy mother's antics. If you do make it through to the book's snapper of an ending, you deserve to find out what it is on your own. Call it a reward. --Valerie Ryan --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
Where do I start? I consider a John Irving my favorite author, with that said, no one is perfect. I bought this in hardcover and after about 200 pages I forced myself to finish... Read morePublished 5 days ago by Ona Fiona
I rarely think "too long" is a valid criticism, but in this case it fist. Too long because it introduces characters and scenes that do nothing to develop the main... Read morePublished 1 month ago by Susan
I have to say that John Irving is one of my favorite modern authors...Until I Find You leaves me bored... Read morePublished 1 month ago by stephanie e tucker
My review is of the unabridged audiobook. If I had gotten the book I would not have made it past page 200. Read morePublished 1 month ago by Rick U.
I was very disappointed. It's practically pornographic about abusing a child, for chapter after chapter.Published 3 months ago by Manesqueez
it makes you laugh and cry. The descriptions of horror and joy and emotions grip you like all of John Irving's works.Published 5 months ago by Mindy Takara
Typical John Irving. A little on the raunchy, but funny and interesting!Published 6 months ago by Don
To me Irving's genius as a writer has always been in his juxtaposition of the mundane with the bizarre in a believable way so that the reader cares about the characters, their... Read morePublished 7 months ago by Edward