Gorgeous Words: Tan Twan Eng & “The Garden of Evening Mists”

On Monday, when reporting back to you on my read of Tan Twan Eng’s The Garden of Evening Mists (2012), I mentioned that the writing was beautiful and subtle.

In other words, the book is full of gorgeous words. Here’s  small sample, to add to Monday’s post:

“In the shallows, a grey heron cocked its head at me, one leg poised in the air, like the hand of a pianist who has forgotten the notes to his music. It dropped the leg a second later and speared its beak into the water. … I knew it could not...