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Rob is a pop music junkie who runs his own semi-failing record store. His girlfriend, Laura, has just left him for the guy upstairs, and Rob is both miserable and relieved. After all, could he have spent his life with someone who has a bad record collection? Rob seeks refuge in the company of the offbeat clerks at his store, who endlessly review their top five films (Reservoir Dogs...); top five Elvis Costello songs ("Alison"...); top five episodes of Cheers (the one where Woody sang his stupid song to Kelly...). Rob tries dating a singer whose rendition of "Baby, I Love Your Way" makes him cry. But maybe it's just that he's always wanted to sleep with someone who has a record contract. Then he sees Laura again. And Rob begins to think (awful as it sounds) that life as an episode of thirtysomething, with all the kids and marriages and barbecues and k.d. lang CD's that this implies, might not be so bad.… (more)
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So many times within this book did I find myself agreeing, understanding or thinking that was me exactly, I began to wonder whether I was making up this story as a vision of my own conscience and minset. My girlfriend has watched it and began to understand exactly how I think.
It also propelled my inspiration to open a record store with my best mate, so I can definitely say it has been a positive influence upon my life so far!
Altogether, an amazing read with hilarious, true and sweet moments littered on every page.
If you've seen the movie,
I highly recommend both this book and its onscreen adaptation. Both are amusing and quotable, and leave one with a lot to think about.
I wish I had read this book when I was in my 20’s or 30’s as I believe the author has painted a true picture of how men think and act in certain situations and this knowledge would have helped me in dealing with the opposite sex. But instead of finding this a useful reference, I was able to relax and enjoy the story, giggle out loud a bit and shake my head at how very different men and women are and what they really mean when they say certain things.
Well written, humorous, pathetic and highly readable, High Fidelity was a great read and Nick Hornby is definitely an author that I intended to follow up on.
I find it difficult to decide exactly what I think about this book. To begin with, I really disliked the main character. In addition to the whiny self-pity, he's also capable of being a grade-A dick, and every time I started developing some real sympathy for him, he'd turn around and do something unbelievably dickish again. His approach to women and relationships is incredibly self-absorbed and adolescent (although to his credit, he at least kind of realizes this), and while he's showing glimmers of approaching maturity by the very end, I can't quite manage to feel terribly optimistic about his chances for improvement. I also occasionally found myself wondering why he seemed to expect me, or anybody, to actually care about his crappy love life. And yet, there's something about Hornby's writing -- I'm not quite sure what -- that just pulled me along effortlessly and kept me interested, sometimes almost despite myself. There are also, perhaps, some decent insights here about relationships, and there's an impressive feeling of realism to the whole thing. Painful realism, even, especially for a woman who'd like to think that sex and relationships don't ever really look like this from a male POV, but knows in her heart that, at lest to some extent, they can and do.
So, while I was reading this, I'd say half of me felt entertained and thoughtful, while the other half was just going "Grrrr" and wanting to smack people. (Not the author, it should be said. He gives the strong impression of having a sense of perspective that his main character lacks. But the protagonist himself, definitely. And very possibly a couple of men I have known personally, as well.) Did I like it? I honestly don't know. But I do know that somehow I feel glad for having read it.
Rob Fleming is thirty-five going on thirty-six and owner of a barely scrapping by record shop clerked by fellow pop music snobs Barry and Dick. The book is studded with a lot of pop references I don't get, because I'm one of those dweebs who just was never into such music, but I still enjoyed this. Easy to translate it into any other kind of mania. When Rob breaks up with his girlfriend Laura, he lists his "top five" breakups--which, he insists, does not include Laura. And so he then starts to tell about those important women in his life--including Laura. And to be honest, he comes across as rather a whiny "arsehole" at first as he himself puts it--but he never stops being funny, and in the course of reading, neurotic as Rob might be, you also see a lot that's appealing in him. It's a great voice, breezy and conversational and the book flowed past very easily--lots of fun, but not really just froth. A book that left feeling mellow and fond of the characters.
It was an interesting read because the main character is on many levels an unreliable narrator, and part of the book is more or less about how he realizes this. It was an interesting journey to make in the head of a character who had many traits I share and identify with, but also many traits that baffled me. The book treads perilously close to a line of self-indulgence that could have made it terrible, but Hornby's style of writing saves it from crossing that line by not belaboring points he does not have to. The narrator, while sometimes irritating, is ultimately someone in whom the reader can see sympathetic echoes of him- or herself, rather than someone the reader desires to hit on the head with a two-by-four and have done with it.
This one will be particularly interesting to reread a year or two down the road from a different place in my life. We'll see if it holds up.
What I really like about this novel is the conversational tone Hornby uses. I felt like I was sitting with a friend who is sometimes a pig and sometimes thoughtful, but mostly makes me laugh. In between his list-making (which is definitely NOT annoying, don’t worry) and feeling sorry for himself, Rob actually does some personal reflection that makes you think about your own relationships. Rob teaches you the lessons he learns without even trying.
You probably remember the movie version whether or not you’ve read the book, which I think is pretty faithful to the book. It’s been awhile, but the only thing that stands out is a bit of casting. In the book, Marie LaSalle is described as looking like Susan Dey circa L.A. Law. In the movie, she’s played by Lisa Bonet. Interesting choice, huh? Anyway, I think John Cusack was a perfect choice to play Rob, but then I’m partial to John Cusack.
Nick Hornby is one of my favorite authors. His writing is easy to read, funny, and insightful. I recommend you check out High Fidelity, especially if you enjoyed the movie.
Rob is a wonderfully written character who embodies all the
There are bits and pieces of this that feel a little dated - the onrush of technology may make some readers think, "Cassette tapes?" Still and all the book mostly reads fresh and definitely still reads funny in a wonderfully whimsical and endearing way.
I guess the truth of the matter is that this book might have hit a little too close to home on several topics, but it was pretty good regardless. I did feel that it kind of fizzled at the end, with everything after Rob and Laura get back together feeling a little anticlimactic (kind of like a relationship, perhaps? Hmmm). Still, I was frustrated by the attempt to humanize Rob, when I found him to be little more than a relentless d-bag.
I found it dreary, overcooked and generally mediocre.
Hornby clearly wants to channel "the man on the street", chronicling the
I found the humour irritating (although well-suited to the protagonist) and the observations on life and love trite.
Not one I would recommend - unless I was asked to make a recommendation to someone as odious as the protagonist!