I only read Zane Grey’s Stairs of Sand this month. Given how exhausting the coronavirus was I didn’t have a lot of mental or emotional energy. I also didn’t have a lot of time.
How did I write so much on this blog? My blog posts take about 15 minutes to a half an hour to write and writing is actually easy for me when it’s just a casual matter, so to speak. It always has been and it always will be. Writing something more serious would take longer.
Anyway, Zane Grey. Honest opinion: It’s melodramatic, Spaghetti Western nonsense. People fall in and out of supposedly life changing love without much of an authentic reason or explanation and every page reads like the climax of the story. It’s slightly ridiculous. However, it has a sort of unique charm. And for the experience itself it’s worth reading. It’s also vaguely about the American Wild West. Vaguely? Yes. The West is there but in the same way it is in a Spaghetti Western. It’s not the sort of beautiful capture of a specific locale the way Woody Allen gives us New York City in Manhattan.
The plot? *shrug* No. I refuse to discuss the plot. Matter-of-fact I had to almost ignore the plot to at all enjoy the book. Essentially it focuses on a beautiful but doomed woman who is in need of constant rescue from unfortunately hapless cowboys. Her “stairs of sand” are the heart of the story. *rolling eyes*