Sunday, 29 May 2016

"Dept. of Speculations" by Jenny Offill

Never liked poetry: never know in what mood I should be when I start to get the most out of it.

This is like highly enjoyable poetry, though. Whilst raisingchildworkinghardlivingwithapartner, and reflecting about statistics, and research, and that "sleeping like a baby" definitely could mean screaming in somebody's ear for five hours, it is a shaking and mundane (and therefore even more shaking, nerves are chords) dense story I enjoyed the way some people enjoy well-made horror films.

Good material for book clubs, for example. 

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