Lord of the Flies by William Golding || 3/5
At the dawn of the next world war, a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of schoolboys. At first, with no adult supervision, their freedom is something to celebrate; this far from civilization the boys can do anything they want. Anything. They attempt to forge their own society, failing, however, in the face of terror, sin and evil. And as order collapses, as strange howls echo in the night, as terror begins its reign, the hope of adventure seems as far from reality as the hope of being rescued. Labeled a parable, an allegory, a myth, a morality tale, a parody, a political treatise, even a vision of the apocalypse, Lord of the Flies is perhaps our most memorable tale about “the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart.”
- By terms of symbolic meaning, this book is a masterpiece
- I love how it portrays humans as savage animals
- Entertainment-wise, it’s a resounding meh.
- The pacing is slow.
- The characters are shallow and two-dimensional. They have one or two defining characteristics, but that’s it. They exist to be symbols, not people.
- I kept forgetting characters. They all have interchangeable names, especially Roger and Robert.
- The writing takes some getting used to, but once you get in the flow of it, it’s fine. It doesn’t really stand out, though.
- The ending was jarring. It didn’t flow from the rest of the book. It’s like, alright, now things have gone too far. Cue madness. Cue chaos. Okay. Let’s end it right now and tie it with a pretty pink bow.
- It was boring, and I didn’t care about the characters or what happened to them.
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