Special thanks to the husband and to Elena Ferrante, for writing the most fun, yet serious, works of literature I’ve read in years.
I really don’t see why Fantasy sets readers off. “Never Let Me Go,” one of Ishiguro’s most beloved novels, clearly belongs to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy realm.
All books are fantasy anyway, created in the mind of their writers. Dragons, retired butlers, teenage lovers — it is all the same. Love gained and love lost.
More on that later, though, for now I have to say that what’s most surprising about the book so far is how evocative it is of Samuel Beckett’s dreary reality.
Too bad I have a serious psychological condition whereby I cannot leave a book unfinished. It is called anal-retentive-itis.
So deeply bored was I during the hundred page expose of rationalism vs empiricism, that the above passage made me chuckle aloud.
It’s funny though, am I right?
To start, I picked Katherine Ann Porter’s “Noon Wine.” Not only did I love the title, but I had never heard of her. A new author (at least to me) amongst such heavy, heavy weights proved irresistible.
So far, so good.
Last weekend’s “Financial Times” published a piece written by her that approaches an answer. Since there is no one version of what is true, all narratives are essentially fiction, unequivocally literary and symbolic.
The text above is a tiny sample of Alexievich’s forceful, condensed writing. And the meaning with which she loads every very real word.