“And you – Are you really called Félix Ventura?” I think this is my favourite book so far! I didn’t expect to come across a book about a guy who sells identities to people all the way from their names to intricate details of their lives. Félix Ventura- the name itself reminds me of a […]
This book lowkey reminds me of heist movies being made now days. You have shifting perspectives, every detail surrounding the plot is introduced, lots of bickering, and there’s always a comedic effect within an action packed sequence. Right in the beginning, there was no long build up leading to the big heist, no sob story […]
Why is this book called the lover??? I mean I get ‘why’ but I definitely don’t like why. Every instance this man had with protagonist was just uncomfortable to the highest degree. Even if I tried to situate myself with context or go with the flow of the story, I wasn’t at ease reading any […]
I felt like a lot happened and did not happen in this book at the same time. Or maybe it felt that way because the imagined narrator kept interrupting his story to talk about philosophical musings, his fears about writing, and so many conflicting feelings. Funnily enough, I quite enjoyed his ramblings even when it […]
Reading this book was a pain. Natalia’s stream of consciousness was worse than Proust- I think I enjoyed proust better. I swear there was like 20 pages of her just describing the bourgeois family’s house. I know the tiny details contribute to the setting and placing the reader, but the book was the slowest 200 […]
Black shack alley was definitely a longer read than my previous book Agostino, however, even in its sadness, I felt like the pages took me on a long immersive journey. There was no dramatic twists or anything shocking that would make my eyes pop out or do a double take while reading the text. The […]
Uncomfortable would be one way to describe how this book made me feel. Right off the bat, the taboo sexual undertones were impossible to ignore. Why do all roads lead to Freud??? The relationship between Agostino and his mother was especially confusing. One moment it felt like maternal concern, and the next I was questioning […]
I was aware from the start Ana Maria was dead and I assumed we’d be recounting her regrets and contentments. However, the approach by which Bombal decided to do so was something that threw me off guard. I should say it felt like each memory was so vividly intertwined that it painted a picture without […]
I wasn’t sure how to start this blog. I think I sat here staring at an empty screen, just gathering my thoughts for quite a while. I read Mad Toy by Roberto Arlt this morning, started my day early and immersed myself into the streets of Argentina. Reading the book was a breeze when it […]
First of all, I don’t think I’ve ever had to babysit a thought for more than a sentence, cause holy shit I think a sentence in Combray ran for a whole paragraph. I’ve never seen so many run-off sentences in one place without questioning if grammar was a suggestion at that point. HOWEVER, it lowkey […]
