I think for me this is a case of the wrong reading location. I took this away on holiday with me thinking that it was nice and short (and light for luI think for me this is a case of the wrong reading location. I took this away on holiday with me thinking that it was nice and short (and light for luggage!). However, I really needed to be reading this somewhere where I could concentrate properly on it, as it definitely isn't standard holiday reading. There were lots of bits I didn't fully understand, so this deserves a second reading and my rating may well go up. The sense I got of it was mystical, brutal, poetic and prosaic all at once. Each story tells a different perspective of war and its aftereffects with a almost fantastic-seeming Iraq as the backdrop (the setting moves from Iraq to Finland and elsewhere, but as the title suggests, Iraq is the centre point).
In summary, I enjoyed the experience of most of this book. With a second read, and the chance to fully immerse myself in it, I will probably get more from it....more
**spoiler alert** Apparently when Sylvia Plath died, she was not the recognised name that she is today. Her poetry was little known, and 'The Bell Jar**spoiler alert** Apparently when Sylvia Plath died, she was not the recognised name that she is today. Her poetry was little known, and 'The Bell Jar' had been published a matter of weeks before her suicide. This made me wonder what was going through her head when she wrote it. As 'The Bell Jar' is supposed to be heavily autobiographical - Esther Greenwood representing a thinly-veiled Plath - one can perhaps assume that Esther's feelings of depression, bewilderment and despair reflect Plath's own emotions? Set in 1953, 10 years before it was written, we follow Esther/Sylvia over several months, learning about her attempts to carve out a career and a fulfilling life while battling with crippling depression. We witness her losing the ability to write, giving up her prestigious scholarship, and attempting suicide. Knowing that Plath committed suicide herself so soon afterwards, I wonder whether this book describes Esther/Sylvia as she really was in 1953, or is it closer to her self in 1963? The lines between fiction and reality are constantly blurred. Not only is the book marketed as autobiographical, and many of the characters were so recognisable that the marriage of one of its real-life counterparts broke down as a result, but from the very start it is set in a real-world time and place ('the summer they executed the Rosenburgs.') Add to this the fact that Plath originally published under a pseudonym, and it begins to be difficult to distinguish fact from fiction. I also found the foreshadowing of things to come to be subtle but clearly drawn. From the first page, the first sentence even, referring to electrocution, we are drawn into a world where society entraps us in its code. The fact that Plath chose to mention electrocution is surely no coincidence. The positive note to the ending may give readers hope, but knowing that Esther is Sylvia Plath, and knowing Sylvia Plath's eventual fate, lends a darker tone. As a feminist book, it is excellent, but as a book about life, living and mental health, it is essential....more
I knew when I picked this up that it would be a disturbing read, and it certainly was. It's hard to describe what I feel about it; while I can't say tI knew when I picked this up that it would be a disturbing read, and it certainly was. It's hard to describe what I feel about it; while I can't say that I enjoyed it, due to the subject matter, I do thing it's a book worth reading and it's important that it was written. It's written in a fictionalised style, although it is a memoir, with no detail spared. I think this makes it all the more unbearable. Reviews have criticised it for embellishing conversations that Fragoso could not possibly remember in such detail, for being too graphic, and for seeming to empathise with or even exonerate a paedophile. However, I think the truth of her life is not lost despite the writing style, and her complex feelings about her abuser are honest and therapeutic. She leaves us with thoughts about the way that society views child abusers, with perhaps some helpful lessons about better prevention. Her thoughts may be controversial, but born out of bitter experience and understanding....more
**spoiler alert** Wharton's Ethan Frome is a story as bleak as the unforgiving landscape surrounding it. Not for nothing is the town called Starkfield**spoiler alert** Wharton's Ethan Frome is a story as bleak as the unforgiving landscape surrounding it. Not for nothing is the town called Starkfield. The snow starts off as something charming, bringing the chance for sledding etc, but soon takes on a more sinister, possessive character. It was fairly clear to me early on what would be the cause of the crash that had caused Ethan to be so injured, but I didn't foresee the curcumstances that led to it. This change from hope to despair mirrors Ethan and Mattie's journeys, particularly Mattie's. This is where the tragedy lies - that even the chance to escape is thwarted, leaving the characters irreparably damaged, worse than dead. Poetically, it had to be attempted suicide by sled, as that highlights the contrast in moods that the snow brings. This is a novel about being trapped, and is a bit claustrophobic therefore, so it's a good thing it's short! Definitely well worth reading. ...more
You know that feeling you get just after finishing a book when you can't really put into words what you think? I've sort of got that now, but I'm goinYou know that feeling you get just after finishing a book when you can't really put into words what you think? I've sort of got that now, but I'm going to try to give my first reflections.
For the first couple of chapters, I wasn't really sure what it was supposed to be about. It seemed very narrative driven without much depth. And the main character kept banging on about how pretty she was, which was a bit annoying (envy maybe?) And I couldn't understand why such a mediocrity would be the subject of a book. But a few chapters in, I got on the book's wavelength and all the subtext suddenly was plain to see. Although I had guessed the ending quite a lot earlier (as another reviewer noted, it is very similar to 'Atonement') that didn't detract from the effect. This is very much a novelist's novel - very introspective (some might say navel-gazing) and lots of name-dropping of people that Ian McEwan probably knows very well. There's an appearance of a very recognisable Martin Amis, for example. It isn't really a book about spying at all, it's about writing a novel in those early days of the Booker Prize. Is the novelist a version of Ian McEwan himself? Quite possibly, but to say more may give the story away.
When I've settled down a bit, I might try and re-write this review with a bit more light of hindsight. But for now suffice to say that 'Sweet Tooth' could stand next to 'Atonement' any day. ...more