But palate cleansed, I was ready for something a bit more complex in taste and texture, and Siri Hustvedt's What I Loved was on top of the To Be Read pile, waiting patiently since I'd picked it up at Powell's Books in Portland back in January. . .
posted on Instagram that I was reading it and got several comments from other readers who had read it, loved it, and remembered it well long after.
And then Jesmyn Ward's Men We Reaped. She was another writer we were to have heard her speak at University of British Columbia's Chan Centre in early March. . . and then Covid-19. . . .Since then, I've read two of her novels and this honest, painful, determined memoir. . . .such an important voice. She tells tough truths about our world, about racism and its effects in America, but she will also reward the reader's willingness to witness truth by offering complex, fully human characters and engaging narratives and well-observed settings, the ugliness of poverty peeled back to reveal beauties in landscapes we tend not to see.
And Elif Shafak's The Bastard of Istanbul (which I photographed for Instagram against the background of a sweater I'm knitting -- because Look at those coordinated colours!
Ten Minutes and Thirty-Eight Seconds in This Strange World , I think -- Dottoressa, was it you? Or Mardel? Both of you?
So picked up a couple of novels back in January, that same visit to Powell's Books. The Bastard of Istanbul was written about fifteen years ago in a different political landscape than now, but still restrictive enough that Shafak was charged with "denigrating Turkishness."
So I would recommend this rollicking big story, but with the proviso that it isn't for everyone. (although it's so much Fun!! Go for it ;-)
That's my last few weeks' reading. Now I'd love to hear what you've been reading, and also happy to read anything you have to say about what I've written in this post. . .