I haven't read Karl Ove Knausgaard, but I imagine his sprawling autobiography feels a bit like this. The slowest of slow burns, focussing on every little detail of an ordinary man's ordinary day - until, in its own time, it transcends the ordinary and leaves you with a profound feeling of shared existence.
To pull this off, the writing has to be top drawer, which this almost is. There are a few slips, like rings instead of wrings, starring instead of staring, Foldger's instead of Folgers, and about a dozen too many redundant "that of"s - but the narrative largely avoids flabbiness. It's a fine tightrope to walk, and I admire the author for making a bold stab at it. But...
The day in a life in question is "that of" a labourer, who wakes up early, admires his wife, sneezes, urinates, washes, shaves... you get the idea. His day starts off ok, and gets (modestly) better and better, for which he is endearingly grateful. Eventually, he finds himself cooking at the birthday party of a little girl who has the same name, and the same birthday, and even a similar appearance, as his daughter who long ago died. It's a kind of mythical ideal that shortcuts logic to appeal to deep-seated emotion.
And it almost works. Which leaves me feeling conflicted. Because despite the writing being only good and not great, I felt something. Was I manipulated, or did the author genuinely tap into something profound?
But ultimately, I admired the ambition, the vision, the idea, more than the actual execution. So, a no from me.
The Bulldog is easily amused. He has been known to watch Ridiculousness for hours on end. Yeah, intoxicants were involved, but that’s not the point.
Likewise, the Bullmeister is easy going when selecting reading material, he digs a wide array of perspectives and styles. However, there is one thing that is a hard sale for him. That is when people write in the third person present tense. It just feels wrong.
Maybe this is solely the Bull’s mental failing. Maybe too many literature courses at the Bovine Institute predisposed him to more rigid sensibilities. But what it comes down to is - fuck no!
That being said, the Bull did enjoy the story.
As the Fish already explained, it was the day on the life of a day laborer and a sentimental reflection on loss. The cap takes two cultures living among each other and shows the junction points and spaces between each other. Alfonso lives in an entirely different world than the people who employ him, yet they converge over the celebration and despair over the lives of two children who share a common name.
The point is a little forced but it works. However, the pace is a little slow. I have to agree with Fishboy, this is an almost, not quite. So, no.