Category Archives: fiction

Flights by Olga Tokarczuk (translated by Jennifer Croft)

“Human life is comprised of situations.” Flights is one of those books which is hard to describe. It is hard to describe and it is even harder to review because reviewing requires some description and the nebulousness of this book … Continue reading

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The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin

“Freedom is never very safe.” Every now and again I remember that I enjoy science fiction immensely. It is a genre which is as full as rubbish as any other, sometimes descending into space opera, misogyny and trashy space erotica, … Continue reading

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Hot Milk by Deborah Levy

“One is not born a chameleon, one becomes one.” Huzzah! After what feels like months of being unable to read fiction, of picking books up and abandoning them after 50 or so pages, I was beginning to believe that my … Continue reading

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The Wall by Marlen Haushofer (translated by Shaun Whiteside)

“It’s only since I’ve slowed down that the forest around me has come to life.” Yet again I abandoned a book this week, this is becoming a disturbingly regular habit (okay, it’s twice). This time it was Jessica J Lee’s … Continue reading

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The Body Artist by Don DeLillo

Stashed inside my copy of The Body Artist is a postcard, a faded yellow card with a simple line drawing in turquoise ink of an outdoor scene and some kind of creature on it, a muskrat perhaps, cheerfully stepping over … Continue reading

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Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter

I’ve taken a brief break from the cold, barren landscapes of Arctic literature, needing something a bit more meaty and lively, and saw that the Guardian book club were reading Nights at the Circus as their February read. I’m not … Continue reading

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Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson

I was first introduced to Marilynne Robinson via a library loan of Home one of her books set in the fictional town of Gilead, which she has explored in some depth in subsequent books and which, perhaps, have become her better known … Continue reading

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