Haven't posted for ages, so here are my three quick reviews of my latest reads...
21. Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race – Reni Eddo-Lodge
Have been waiting or ages for this to come out in paperback and was not disappointed. Extremely well written, I read this in two days and at every available opportunity. I would urge everyone to read this book - I’ve already enthusiastically passed it on to a friend. I feel I now properly understand what “white privilege” is and how it functions. The section on feminism was illuminating, if uncomfortable reading at times. This is one of those rare books that has made me question the way I see the world and challenge my own way of thinking – non-fiction read of the year so far for me.
22. The Lost Daughter – Elena Ferrante
Usual Elena Ferrante fare. Middle aged woman experiences life crisis while on an impossibly glamorous Italian beach holiday. I think you either love or hate Ferrante’s impassioned, nothing held back style. I am definitely in the former category.
In some parts of this book I felt she was introducing themes and ideas which she elaborates on in much greater depth in her Neapolitan novels ; the loud, outspoken Neapolitan family she meets on the beach in The Lost Daughter feel like a quick sketch of Neapolitan family life which she will go on to develop into her technicolour masterpiece in the Neapolitan novels.
Troubling Love is now the only novel of hers I haven’t read yet. My plan is to save this one for later in the year, but will see how my resolve goes.
23. Exit West – Mohsin Hamid
Interesting and thought provoking. Can’t decide whether Hamid’s rather emotionless, flat prose enhanced or detracted from the powerfulness of the story. I’m not the biggest fan of magical realism but I felt it worked well most of the time here.
Nadia and Saeed leave their war torn home in an unidentified MiddleEast location via a series of gateways which manifest themselves as ordinary doors. The writer uses this as a device to consider the fates of refugees attempting to make a life for themselves in Mykonos, London and California.
Although moving in parts, I found Nadia and Saeed felt a bit like devices themselves, created to make a point, rather than to exist as fully developed people. There was something lacking in this book, and I've struggled to decide exactly what it was.