Such good reading this summer, so far. In other respects, perhaps mine has not been the most productive summer. But it all depends what one puts on a to-do list, doesn’t it! What if your to-do list was all about the books in your stacks?
Little, Brown and Company, 2015
For memoir readers:
Remember the […]
Readers might expect a retelling of the ancient Greek tale of Paris and Helen to be a bulky, wordy novel as useful for propping up a window on a hot summer day as for entertainment; but Jonatham Bennett’s contemporary version of the story is a slim, polished novel that one would need to lie flat to allow only […]
Girl Cave Rose. Prince Dark Mirror. Crow Cellar Ring.
One has the sense that Helen Oyeyemi thinks in threes.
Also that she views the world through a slightly skewed lens.
Hamish Hamilton – Penguin, 2014
But Boy, Snow, Bird is not simply a random collection of resonant images and ideas; the book is named […]
Who is Agnes?
Little, Brown and Company, 2013
“Criminal. The word hangs in the air. Heavy, unmoved by the bluster of the wind. I want to shake my head. That word does not belong to me, I want to say. It doesn’t fit me or who I am. It’s another word, and it belongs […]
“The Son of A Certain Woman. You don’t have to have read Joyce to ‘get’ it. But it’s a touch more fun if you have.”
And that is because it is Wayne Johnston’s “Joyce book”.
Which one might take to mean that it’s about the Joyce family. (Primarily about Percy and his mother, Penelope, but […]
As if it wasn’t enough to take The Ramayana and present it in images, this volume retells the ancient epic through the eyes of a woman. This is Sita’s Ramayana.
House of Anansi, 2011 Artwork by Moyna Chitrakar
The original Sanskrit text is attributed to the poet Valmiki, and it is comprised of 24,000 verses which tell […]
Abhay sits on the grass in front of a bar, on the opening page of And Laughter Fell From the Sky.
Harper Collins, 2012
The five-lane highway across from Kent State University is as hectic as the afternoon rush in Grand Central Station was, one hundred years ago, in Edith Wharton’s A House of Mirth.
I was inspired to re-read Margaret Atwood’s The Penelopiad after I read The Odyssey (with and without pictures).
“The story as told in The Odyssey doesn’t hold water: there are too many inconsistencies.”
Atwood describes the impetus for retelling this classic tale as follows:
“I’ve always been haunted by the hanged maids; and, in The Penelopiad, so is […]