Reviews for Fresh Fields

The average rating for Fresh Fields based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2011-03-30 00:00:00 Sajil Panek This one intrigued me. The author had an unfair advantage though, since I am one who reads both sides of the jacket cover. His story, from failed assassin to Australian literary treasure is one of ultimate redemption. That said, I probably had more interest in this story knowing that it was autobiographical and knowing where it was leading than I might have without the backstory. Fresh Fields is not a beach read. It is not an "I need an escape" read. It could be seen as a dip into Australian culture not usually discussed or written about, especially for American audiences. I enjoyed it though. My social life is at times too busy and I have no problem talking to strangers. So to read about someone so utterly different than myself in almost every way, but to find similarities between us nonetheless was a mesmerizing experience. I found times in the novel where I wanted to put the book down, I didn't want to keep reading. I felt so bad for the kid when things just didn't go his way, but alternately I felt so frustrated with him too when he let good opportunities just slip away from him. One of the great things this author does is take his own personal experiences and from the very get-go makes the rest of us feel like we are right there next to him, experiencing everything he is just as he does and that level of intimacy lends much of the warmth in this rather cold and distant character study. It's not for the faint of heart, quite the opposite in that it requires heart from the reader. Whether you're thinking the character needs a hug or a swift kick, there's rarely any question that he needs SOMETHING from someone else. Give this one a real chance and I doubt you'll be disappointed.

Review # 2 was written on 2011-12-15 00:00:00 Lou Diamond This is a dark, disturbing novel, all the more so since it is somewhat autobiographical. Kocan leads his reader ever deeper into a quagmire of hopeless and helpless emotions, experienced through the main character in the story. The reader knows before beginning the story what the ending will be, but the author keeps sowing seeds of hope and empathy in the reader's subconsciousness, compelling one to read on in the desperate hope that things will turn out differently. We have all travelled parts of the road traversed by the "youth" of the story and this is what does not allow you to escape completing the book. Peter Kocan pointedly omits names for the main character, his mother and his younger brother: the victims of the story. Lesser characters all have names, contrasting with the namelessness of the main character and his mother and brother, a stark message to the reader/society. Readers beware, once you begin this book, you will be compelled to complete it, your soul having been appropriately scored.