Doug asserts himself when he says that he and Andy are like this -(crosses fingers)-.close, I mean. (I've decided to write a small review in light of the fact I chose to re-read this book for my English class's literature circle).ĭoug is a socially awkward, literal-minded middle school student who is basically ignored by everyone but a super popular kid in his own grade named Andy. The book mercilessly bullets toward its denouement and skids to a satisfyingly oblique ending that neither absolves or completely punishes the actions of its characters. The chapters are short and taut, infused with a sinister edge that is typically unfound in YA novels. What saves Invisible from being a wash is Hatuman's pacing: it is terrifically unnerving. Knowing the twist added to the suspense: I constantly wondered how Hautman would tie it all together. The central concept of Invisible is embarrassingly apparent by page 25 even if you figure it out, don't give up. Dougie is clearly a disturbed individual, but Hautman peppers him with cloying asides and "quirks" that come off as a third-rate Christopher Swindon (from The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time).
In fact, I'd argue that Hautman missed the boat completely with Dougie, the narrator. Invisible continues the weird/twisted trend, but with a more linear plotline (read: mechanical) and less likable characters. Need to know more? Check out the FAQs page on my website at. Feel free to copy and paste for your book report, but don't tell anybody I suggested it. Half a century compressed into a few sentences. I have four brothers and two sisters, my favorite color is clear, and I like mushrooms. We have two small dogs (are you still reading?) named Gaston and Baudelaire (Bodie).
Today, I live with mystery writer and poet Mary Logue in Golden Valley, Minnesota and Stockholm, Wisconsin. Since then I’ve written thirty or so books, and won awards for a few of them. My first novel, Drawing Dead, was published in 1993. Eventually, having exhausted other options, I decided to write a book. After college I worked various jobs for which I was ill-suited, including sign painter, graphic artist, marketing executive, pineapple slicer, etc. Contrary to recent news reports, I did not graduate from either institution. Why do you keep reading?) For the next seven years I attended the Minneapolis College of Art and Design and the University of Minnesota. Louis Park, Minnesota and eventually graduated honor-free from St. I was born in 1952 in Berkeley, California, or so I am told (I don't really remember). Okay, here's some miscellaneous personal info.
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