Rating: 2.5 Stars
“What’s it going to be then, eh?”
15-year-old Alex enjoys classical music, leading his small gang of droogs and committing ultra-violence: robbery, rape, torture and murder. When his crimes catch up with him, Alex is jailed. To get out of jail and get revenge on the friends who betrayed him, he joins a rehabilitation program. The goal: psychological conditioning to make him sick of violence in the future.
I just couldn’t properly enjoy this one. There are few things I can stand less than writing where I have to look up every second word. And in Clockwork Orange, it’s just extreme. Burgess develops his own language and yeah, after a while, you get used to it and you can continue reading the book. But still… ugh.
Georgie had one of these polyclefs, as they called them, on his keyring, so we were soon aboard – Dim and Pete at the back, puffing away lordly at their cancers – and I turned on the ignition and started her up and she grumbled away real horrorshow, a nice warm vibraty feeling grumbling all through your guttiwuts. Then I made with the noga, and we backed out lovely, and nobody viddied us take off.
Apart from the whole annoying language thing, the characters just didn’t click for me. We spent all this time in Alex’ head and I didn’t care for him one whit. He wasn’t even a great antihero. I just didn’t much care about what happened to him.
I wonder if the film is any better.
All in all, this book just wasn’t for me.