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rhylli've just finished reading sherazade, by leila sebbar. it's just as well, really. it's a simple book, the plot, characterisation, dialogue, prose are all unadorned. interesting for me because of its context (it's set in france, based around immigrants and youth living in squats in the 80s). but it makes me feel bourgeois, and restless. i am already so dissatisfied by how tied down i feel by all my stuff, and this book wasn't helping.
also, in the last few days i've finished a couple of books of short stories, the bridegroom, by ha jin, and who's irish, by gish jen. jin's stories had the same kind of awkward coarseness as the novel of his that i've just read, waiting. touching but in a faintly uncomfortable way. i liked jen's stories much more. another of those books that touches on the quiet secrets that don't seem large enough to share. i loved the last story, the voice that it spoke in.
that is all, for now.
also, in the last few days i've finished a couple of books of short stories, the bridegroom, by ha jin, and who's irish, by gish jen. jin's stories had the same kind of awkward coarseness as the novel of his that i've just read, waiting. touching but in a faintly uncomfortable way. i liked jen's stories much more. another of those books that touches on the quiet secrets that don't seem large enough to share. i loved the last story, the voice that it spoke in.
that is all, for now.