I was reading a book recently. It was written in the first person (for you non-Englishy types, that means it was written from the “I” perspective).
One-third of the way in, the narrator dropped a bomb. Oh, by the way, I’ve kept this hush-hush for a third of the book, but guess what, I have this giant secret I didn’t tell you.
I quit reading it. In fact, I went and looked up the ending on Wikipedia and just gave up on it all together.
This is hard for me to explain, but I’ll try:
I don’t have a problem with
* most unreliable narrators
* slowly learning secrets in books.
I don’t mind Gatsby‘s Nick Carraway; I love books like Jellicoe Road where all the pieces come together in the end. (Finnikin of the Rock too, for that matter! And When You Reach Me!)
But I do take issue when I feel like a writer has tried to trick me. Makes me mad.
Is that unfair of me?