Malcolm Lowry's Under The Volcano

 I read about Under the Volcano long before I read the novel. The novel I knew from the Albert Finney movie, one that is probably forgotten now. What I read about the novel were glowing with praise. Perhaps, the self-destructiveness of an Englishman hit too close to my own experiences, the ones I was trying to grow away from, but the novel did not bowl me over. Listening to the following, it was comforting to find someone else not so bedazzled by the novel. 

Not that I can say Under the Volcano is terrible - it was not - but it seems to me now to be rather narrow. Having gotten my journal organized to type, perhaps I will find my notes from my own reading. It may be the case of reading derivations before reading the original that makes it in my memory far less revelatory than it does to others. I have the same problem with Jack Kerouac's On The Road.

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