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Monday, July 11, 2016
Outline by Rachel Cusk
This book was named as one of the five best fiction books of 2015. It is a book that reads almost like a conversation. The book is the definition of sparseness--it is succinct and it is sparsely written. It is made up almost entirely of eloquent and philosophical one-sided conversations that are so real that you can almost hear them in the room while you read them in your head. That is the gift of the writer, to be sure, to be able to transport the reader to that very state of realness. If this novel were a film, it would be
French. Someone, not always but usually a man, talks at length about
himself while his companion, not always but usually a woman, listens
attentively, only occasionally interjecting with a comment that is brief
and perceptive. The talker takes that attention in his stride and makes
use of its insights, though rarely reciprocates. Instead, he grows more
voluble, while the listener quietly processes what is said. And often what is said is so paradoxical and yet so believable as to make the listener fearful that something bad will happen, and the reader gets an insight into why the seemingly unintimidating can in fact be the surface under which violence seethes. Unsettling but brilliant.
Mother of four boys.
Co-owner of three dogs.
No cats, no fish, no birds.
I watch movies.
I quilt and I embroider.
I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a neighbor, and a friend.