As Simple As Snow

sasas.jpgFrom the first page to the very last, this book is pure sweet torture. With an overdose of mystery to begin with, the precisely adequate amount of romance, and copious goth darkness for dessert, it’s really hard to stop reading. But Galloway’s work goes far beyond disturbing. He creates enough questions to make your head explode, and then leaves you with an ending that makes your jaw drop. If you have even a tiny bit of curiosity inside you, this book will not leave your mind easily.

The novel is also a bildungsroman, following the growth of a character and culminating with the realization that he can be anything he wants to be. The story is intertwined with philosophical messages about god, death, truth, the simple and the complex.

The ambiguity of the novel had me oscillating between awe and irritation. The author is a master of questions with no answers. I wonder whether he thought of any answers for his mysteries at all. Maybe he’s just teasing his readers!

Let’s assume that the unknown makes life interesting. But isn’t it the expectation of finding the answer that makes mysteries so attractive? What if there is no answer, and that’s the whole point? Minutes before the end I found myself thinking “please don’t let it end like this, please!” Finally, confusion was the dominant feeling. Rereading the first chapter after finishing the book helped somewhat. But comfortable is the last word that could describe this book.

  • If love is true and still leaves you lonely, what good does it do?
    (01, 04:05)
  • You should pay attention to things like that. It’s your name — you’ll always have that.
    (02, 06:20)
  • No one can disappoint you when they’re dead.
    (07, 01:30)
  • I just have to be smarter than my own mind.
    (09, 04:10)
  • It’s almost more fun not knowing. If you knew what it all meant, then it might not be as interesting or compelling. That’s probably half the fun — not knowing. Sometimes there’s more fun in the mystery of things than anything else.
    (17, 06:00)
  • You have to know, that the world is never more perfect than when you’re drunk. It’s perfect!
    (22, 01:35)
  • You just seemed so plain and normal that I thought you needed a little weirdness in your life.
    (22, 02:30)
  • Get drunk
  • Certainty is the worst. Worse than death!
    (25 05:50)
  • The world had a hole torn in it yesterday, but today it would go on as normal.
    (38, 07:55)
  • Before that day I had always imagined that it took strength to continue after a tragedy, but I now realize that it was really weakness.
    (38, 08:15)
  • Grief can really fuck you up.
    (39, 00:00)
  • The way to solve the problem you see in life is to live in a way that makes the problem disappear.
    (40, 01:40)
  • Love is just an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt.
    (43, 03:15)
  • Unless you have cancer, or some other terminal illness, it’s a mystery. So you might as well stick around to see how it turns out, instead of jumping to the last page and spoiling it.
    (47, 07:00)
  • It was one of those things that sounds profound the moment you hear it, but if you think about it, it’s really meaningless.
    (51, 08:50)
  • How is it that the truth can seem so flimsy, so scant, and that lies can be so detailed and solid?
    (59, 08:45)
  • No one knows me, so no one knows what to expect. I can have whatever past I want! I can forget how I used to be! It seems like it’s all just remembering and forgetting. Things happen so fast, and then they’re gone before you notice them. Events ambush you from out of nowhere, blindside you, and then you have to spend the time afterward trying to remember or forget what the hell it all was to begin with. The more you think about it, the more the events crumble, crack, break down or refuse to change at all. They’re either pieces of ice in your hand, changing shape and melting away until they’re nothing like what they were to begin with, or pieces of glass, sharp and irritating, unchanging, reminders of pain and unpleasantness, or happiness.
    (65, 06:20)

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