Una donna di cinquantaquattro anni e una ragazzina di dodici. Apparentemente distanti, ma intellettualmente affini. Entrambe alla ricerca di un nascondiglio. L���una dal senso di colpa per un "amore per il sapere", che giudica assurdamente inadatto al suo ruolo sociale. L���altra dalla vacuit�� d...
I don't know whether to like this book or hate it. I guess I feel both ways about it. Perhaps the most uncomfortable aspect of this title is that it so claustrophobic and unbelievable, even for me when I am normally very adept at suspending disbelief. The ending felt terribly artificial as well, ...
Call it William S. Burrough's cut-up technique, call it post-modernism, call it post-structuralism--whatever you call it, it worked for me. In most chapters of this novel, one visits a character at one point in time, and in the next chapter, a minor character becomes the major character. But one ...
I'm not sure that I possess the words to adequately describe this book. How on earth the author was able to weave such a compelling story, demanding that the reader suspend disbelief that we are actually hearing this tale from a dog's POV, it all defies explanation. And yet, I'm looking at my o...