Plus, the story takes place within one (Albeit, LARGE) house-I shoulda been bored out of my mind. Obviously, I shoulda been rolling my eyes as things are oh so convenient. And it makes it possible for Hosokawa and Roxanne to forge a relationship also. This makes it possible for terrorists and hostages to communicate, to get to know each other, to develop relationships. But that leaves a gazillion foreign men from all over the globe that leaves the band of terrorists (Most of them barely out of their kiddy-hood and now holding rifles) and that leaves us with, conveniently, Hosokawa’s interpreter, who just HAPPENS to speak a gazillion and six different languages so very fluently. Soon, the women are set free as a hostage negotiator (He was on vacation now? Not so much) wangles their release. Wealthy businessmen, diplomats, and their dates are there. Famed and beautiful opera singer, Roxanne Coss, was invited to sing there wealthy businessman, Katsume Hosokawa, is there. Here it is: Terrorists take over the home of a South American Vice President during a birthday party wherein rich industrialists were invited to save the ailing/tanked economy of this tiny S. So why on god’s green earth did I like Bel Canto so much (In keeping with many writing friends who have touted Ann Patchett as a Goddess of Words)? I mean, it all takes place in a single abode, over four looooong months. Literary Fiction always has me going in with a tiny (Okay, a BIG) chip on my somewhat stooped shoulder as I’m always keenly aware that what follows will always be an author who is far too fond of their ability to string words together there’s nary a plot to be had, rarely a point to be made.
Y’all know I haaaaate stories without plots… so why did I wind up liking this? Like, a lot?Īnd I wouldn’t even call this Literary Fiction, despite its lack of plot and gorgeous writing. By: Ann Patchett / Narrated By: Anna Fields
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