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Owuor‘s fragmentary, poetic style shifted my brain into a different gear, not quite like anything I'd experienced before. The effect was visceral. All of my senses engaged. In Dust, desire is coupled with savagery; it's insatiable. Private sorrows entwine with a larger grief for the nation of Kenya. The narrative rambles back & forth through time; the threads come together with breathtaking assurance. Violence is countered with humanity & hope.

The writing is truly stunning—poetic w/o feeling overdone, direct & harsh at times when called for. I know some ppl couldn‘t deal w/the fragmented style, but I liked it. The author writes searingly about grief & losing & finding one‘s place in a turbulent world. Ajany in particular really got me, I felt such empathy for her. I do admit I was fairly lost at times as to what exactly was happening/being discussed. But still a worthwhile read. 3/5 ⭐️

“We are bees. We touch two million scattered moments, reaping the small nectar of things.”

All departures are layered. Hers was accompanied by fingers of silence on the lips of at least ninety ghosts.

The fog—amalgam of mistlike griefs, and fear—the state of being haunted, possessed by unrelenting uncertainties.

I have a feeling this is either going to be amazing or I‘ll end up DNFing because of the writing style. Let‘s find out! #nowreading

So I opted to stay in instead of going out. Because books.

My mule just brought me these!! 😍 My #readingtheworld #readtheworld challenge would not be possible without my friends. #marshallislands #kenya