The Night Gwen Stacy Died: Not Actually About Spider Man, But Still Pretty Good
I recently finished reading a book that I didn't think that I would like. The Night Gwen Stacy Died was an unexpected gem. I originally checked it out of the library because, excusably, I thought it was about Spider Man. Incidentally, I still think that someone should write a novel about Spider Man, but I'm glad that Sarah Bruni wasn't the one to do it. Her novel so was so much better, so much stranger, sadder, and romantic.I tend not to read much realistic fiction, so this is a book that I probably would not have read under a different title. However, at the same time, this is not a realistic story. It is a realistic world, slightly distorted and fuzzy around the edges, a place where truth and fiction mix and comic book characters step off the page.
It's not hard to see why it was listed as one of Barnes and Noble's books of the week. Reviewers on Amazon called it a "a surreal love story. Bruni's book superbly explores the part fiction plays in our search for identity" (Bookforum.com) and "Part tangled love story and part love affair with comics, this debut novel centers on that tenuous bit of time between childhood and adulthood" (Library Journal). Which, after all, is what the cult of the Superhero is all about. It's American mythology, an exploration of the grey area of the subconscious that believes that anything can happen. It also makes you want to re watch all of the Spider Man movies.
Just readin'
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