Shigekuni sums up a lot of what I felt for The Interrogative Mood: A Novel?, Padgett Powell book composed of nothing but questions. As he says, it isn’t a book that tries to fit a clearly atypical form on a typically novelistic story. No, quite to the contrary, Powell happily embraces the form he’s devised for himself and jettisons everything you thought a novel should be:
The Interrogative Mood is an interesting kind of novel (and why not run with it and call it that). On the surface, there is no plot, there are no characters, . . . continue reading, and add your comments
Am reading Padgett Powell’s The Interrogative Mood: A Novel? right now and it’s actually very good, in spite of (or because of) its appalling constraint.
And Rick Moody’s review thereof is a good read as well:
Yes, it’s true. Padgett Powell’s new “novel” is a highly allusive prose work composed entirely of questions. Many reviewers of this book, I suspect, will attempt to admonish the questioner with further questions, wondering at the gumption of the thing. But it might be useful instead to answer some of the questions posed. In this regard I have chosen questions . . . continue reading, and add your comments