Daniel Martin 
This was my third attempt to read this very long novel (704 pp). I got as far as p278 and have decided to abandon it although may still have a fourth attempt one day. I like Fowles, remember struggling with "A Maggot" (just 464 pp) but there I felt I was rewarded in the end. "A Maggot" is a very interesting novel. "Daniel Martin", however, does not seem promising. Where is it going? What am I going to gain if I soldier on? I am bored by this titular scriptwriter who has had some success in film
Daniel Martin is a strange amalagam of a tale of Hollywood tackiness and an inward look at the same time as to the importance and meaning of history and love. The protagonist Daniel Martin is an educated Brit who becomes a Hollywood screenwriter whose career is starting to wind down. He is involved with a much younger American woman and has an ex-wife and daughter to deal with as well. Mostly, Daniel is haunted by things that occurred decades earlier while he was at university -- I think

I found this to be the most satisfying work of Fowles's that I've read (can't include The Collector yet). It has the ambiguous and shifting point-of-view, self-reference, and metafictional structure you'd expect. Some reviewers have called it "self-absorbed" and "navel-gazing;" I found it the most outward-looking of anything I've read of Fowles's, although there is much "self-disillusionment." But navel-gazing implies narcissism and even solipsism, which Fowles rejects ("A perfect world would
Daniel Martin (1977) by John Fowlesas he says in an interview found at the back of his fifth book, what some might call a romance void of romancerelates to being mostly about his exploits in childhood and in America, and what Christopher Lehmann-Haupt describes in his New York Times review called Un-Inventing the Novel (dated September 13, 1977) as Mr. Fowless attempt to pointedly uninvent the nihilistic novel of the absurd.The 629-page cynical bildungsroman explores the story of a Hollywood
Having revisited this difficult book after thirty years I ask myself the question _ when did John Fowles become Marcel Proust. Some of his paragraphs went on till the next day and some of his cerebral self-indulgent rants drove me to distraction. But ultimately, his examination of the human psyche through male/ female relationships was nothing short of brilliant. Despite the difficulties, I still love this book.
One of the most tedious books Ive ever read to completion. A cast of self-absorbed, unlikeable characters bemoan their over-privileged lives at tedious length, making incredibly pretentious literary and classical references along the way. Had Daniel Martin been written by anybody other than John Fowles I would almost certainly have packed it in after the first hundred pages or so of middle-aged self pity. However, I couldnt quite believe that the author of The Magus, The Collector and The French
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Original Title: | Daniel Martin |
ISBN: | 009947834X (ISBN13: 9780099478348) |
Edition Language: | English |
Setting: | England California(United States) Egypt …more Syria …less |
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Set internationally and spanning three decades, Daniel Martin is, among other things, an exploration of what it is to be English. Daniel is a screenwriter working in Hollywood, who finds himself dissatisfied with his career and with the person he has become. In a richly evoked narrative, Daniel travels home to reconcile with a dying friend, and also to visit his own forgotten past in an attempt to discover himself.Mention Out Of Books Daniel Martin
Title | : | Daniel Martin |
Author | : | John Fowles |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 704 pages |
Published | : | November 4th 2004 by Vintage Classics (first published 1977) |
Categories | : | Fiction. Literature. Literary Fiction. Classics. Novels |
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This was my third attempt to read this very long novel (704 pp). I got as far as p278 and have decided to abandon it although may still have a fourth attempt one day. I like Fowles, remember struggling with "A Maggot" (just 464 pp) but there I felt I was rewarded in the end. "A Maggot" is a very interesting novel. "Daniel Martin", however, does not seem promising. Where is it going? What am I going to gain if I soldier on? I am bored by this titular scriptwriter who has had some success in film
Daniel Martin is a strange amalagam of a tale of Hollywood tackiness and an inward look at the same time as to the importance and meaning of history and love. The protagonist Daniel Martin is an educated Brit who becomes a Hollywood screenwriter whose career is starting to wind down. He is involved with a much younger American woman and has an ex-wife and daughter to deal with as well. Mostly, Daniel is haunted by things that occurred decades earlier while he was at university -- I think

I found this to be the most satisfying work of Fowles's that I've read (can't include The Collector yet). It has the ambiguous and shifting point-of-view, self-reference, and metafictional structure you'd expect. Some reviewers have called it "self-absorbed" and "navel-gazing;" I found it the most outward-looking of anything I've read of Fowles's, although there is much "self-disillusionment." But navel-gazing implies narcissism and even solipsism, which Fowles rejects ("A perfect world would
Daniel Martin (1977) by John Fowlesas he says in an interview found at the back of his fifth book, what some might call a romance void of romancerelates to being mostly about his exploits in childhood and in America, and what Christopher Lehmann-Haupt describes in his New York Times review called Un-Inventing the Novel (dated September 13, 1977) as Mr. Fowless attempt to pointedly uninvent the nihilistic novel of the absurd.The 629-page cynical bildungsroman explores the story of a Hollywood
Having revisited this difficult book after thirty years I ask myself the question _ when did John Fowles become Marcel Proust. Some of his paragraphs went on till the next day and some of his cerebral self-indulgent rants drove me to distraction. But ultimately, his examination of the human psyche through male/ female relationships was nothing short of brilliant. Despite the difficulties, I still love this book.
One of the most tedious books Ive ever read to completion. A cast of self-absorbed, unlikeable characters bemoan their over-privileged lives at tedious length, making incredibly pretentious literary and classical references along the way. Had Daniel Martin been written by anybody other than John Fowles I would almost certainly have packed it in after the first hundred pages or so of middle-aged self pity. However, I couldnt quite believe that the author of The Magus, The Collector and The French
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