I expected to really love Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay . I mean, I like literary novels, right? And I clearly love superhero comic books, right? So a literary novel about superhero comic books seems like a shoo-in. Plus, every single person I know who read it said that it was superb and I’d love it.
Which means, of course, that I thought it was... okay. I mean, objectively it was very good, but I expected it to be more than what it was, to blow me away and be this really super-awesome book, and it just couldn’t be that. It’s engaging and well-told, well-paced and with interesting characters, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with it except that it just failed to be spectacular.
Such are the perils of high expectations and poor expectation management, I suppose. You should still go ahead and read it, but keep in mind that it’s kinda just decent.