It‘s that kind of Sunday morning … reading and a lot of sugar for breakfast 🤷🏻♀️
It‘s that kind of Sunday morning … reading and a lot of sugar for breakfast 🤷🏻♀️
3⭐️ Not my favorite Szabo 😑 I didn‘t enjoy the jumping around bits. It‘s an inner monologue addressed to the narrator‘s dead lover. The narrator is Eszter Enczy, an actress who really dislikes her friend Angela she‘s practically consumed by hatred 🔥 It took me a while to connect with Eszter although her bitterness tired me down. An interesting way of story-telling but not so much on the reading enjoyment
I enjoyed how this story was structured, a long confessional letter written by a famous actress - an enigmatic, iron-willed woman - to an (at least until the end) unknown recipient, attempting to explain herself after a lifetime of walling herself off from the outside world. Eszter can be petty, resentful, and vindictive at times, but also charismatic, strong, and sympathetic, very much a product of her upbringing, which she's never been able 👇
I wanted to be here sooner, but I had to wait for Gyurica and you know he's always late; he said he'd be with me by nine but it was well after eleven when I saw him stepping through the door.
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This exciting news in my bookshop.org email today! Newly translated work out from Magda Szabo! 💃🏽