#newbookday
The jacket review says …” NDiaye excels at luscious, forensic descriptions of the ritualistic preparation of food” - think I‘m in for a treat!
#newbookday
The jacket review says …” NDiaye excels at luscious, forensic descriptions of the ritualistic preparation of food” - think I‘m in for a treat!
We took a wee road trip up to Prince Edward County, visiting wineries & walking in Pres‘quile Provincial Park with this audio to accompany us. It was an odd little book with a very unreliable narrator. I don‘t quite get what the fuss is all about but it was a nice soundtrack for the day.
But she sometimes misled me, she didn‘t lie but she didn‘t correct me when I misunderstood her, and what right would I have to complain that she wasn‘t always sincere, she didn‘t owe me anything, you never owe anything to people who want to know your secrets, even out of love …
“I would never know […] although I have an idea, it‘s only conjecture, and as you see I don‘t jump to conclusions, but my conviction is firm.” An entire novel in the rambling, unreliable voice of a man being interviewed about an enigmatic French woman he worked for. There are no chapter breaks in 287 pages. Paragraphs are single sentences, often more than 100 words long. A vaguely unsettling yet propulsive read. #translation by Jordan Stump.
…when my tranquility came back it would quickly revive my consuming, exhausting desire to know every detail and every setting of the Cheffe‘s life, to know more about her, and to know it better, than she did herself, I studied my feelings to be sure of the perfect integrity of that desire that took up so much of my thought, I wanted to appear before the Cheffe with all my decency intact, unavoidable little secrets not withstanding …
Reading in the shadows of my garden. How many more warm days?