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pegasus books, wellington nz
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Mate (of course) and a chance discovery at the library: The Man Who Shot Out My Eye Is Dead by Chanelle Benz. So far, every single story in this collection has been a perfectly cut gem. Apparently she’s written a novel. Guess what’s getting checked out next…
Pilar Quintana’s Los abismos and echinacea tea because I am sick. Los abismos is a fast reas because the language is simple and there’s not a lot of it per page, but it’s a slow read because I’m halfway through and still not that interested in what’s happening - or not happening, as the case may be. I have hope though!
Update: nothing happened. I love a meditation on family and misogyny as much as the next girl, but this one didn’t move me.
Very belated addition! Nettle tea (blocking out the library sticker) and The Night Tiger by Yangsze Choo. Read it over the weekend without stopping. Not mind-blowing writing, but engaging characters and beautifully evoked setting (1930s Malasia). Bonus points for peppering in not one but several languages in a way that didn’t make suspension of disbelief difficult. I’ll read whatever Choo cares to write!! Also, this book deserves a better cover. They did her wrong.
A thousand pages of notes, thoughts, phone numbers, ideas, shopping lists, dates, dreams
Tatyana Tolstaya is up there with Agnes Varda, Katherine Mansfield, and Kanai Mieko for me (which tells you all you need to know about my taste). I really liked The Slynx - most especially because it brought me to White Walls, which I am in love with. That perfect balance of the mundane and the glorious. Watch out, though, because Tolstaya doesn’t mind breaking your heart. Pictured: White Walls with a yet more mate.
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Pilar Quintana’s Los abismos and echinacea tea because I am sick. Los abismos is a fast reas because the language is simple and there’s not a lot of it per page, but it’s a slow read because I’m halfway through and still not that interested in what’s happening - or not happening, as the case may be. I have hope though!
I’ve had The Hole by Hiroko Oyamada sitting around for possibly a year before I finished in two sittings this weekend. The back describes it as “reminiscent of Lewis Carroll, David Lynch, and Miyazaki”, and that is correct. I think its length (or lack-there-of at 91 pages) keeps the oddity fresh instead of letting it become a slog.
Me and my mate are on a roll! Membranes is a bizarre 90s post-apocalyptic queer Tawainese sci-fi romp. It’s taken two false starts to really get into, but now I’m in. The translator end notes are also a delight!
Mild Vertigo and (another) mate. I love Kanai Mieko beyond words. Like Agnes Varda, she makes the mundane seem full of possibility without being either sentimental or overly literary (I wish I could say the same of Zambreno’s endnotes).
I think my favourite of hers is still Indian Summer (pardon my language), translated by hard-working academic Aoyama Tomoko, but I can only hope that this highbrow translation means more translations are to come!!
man where’s that ursula k le guin quote when you need it. “Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their truth-telling to sentimental platitude. heroes brandish their swords, lasers, wands, as mechanically as combine harvesters, reaping profits. Profoundly disturbing moral choices are sanitized, made cute, made safe.”
I have up trying to find Alemán’s Poso Wells in Spanish and read this instead. It’s a strange little collection - lots of interesting bits and pieces, but I didn’t find that anything really landed.
Charmed with these end-of-chapter decorations from the 1922 edition of Faunt-le-roy i jego eskadra w Polsce.