![]() What do we know, even now? Ask the children. But what else could we have thought? Only that it began and ended with us. Now you laugh, day and night, while you gnaw on my bones. And so it came to pass that we stepped down there on a place we believed unformed, where only darkness moved on the face of the waters. “We aimed for no more than to have dominion over every creature that moved upon the earth. Taking on Western colonialism from the perspective of four American girls, Barbara Kingsolver’s excellent novel is a work in which traditional perceptions of difference are challenged through the eyes of the young. The Poisonwood Bible lies somewhere in the middle of this spectrum – easy and light in its tone, but dark in its subject matter. This perhaps explains my current return to Jane Austen as a recourse from tragedy and back into a world of 19th century courtship. ![]() From William Styron’s troubling masterpiece Sophie’s Choice, to Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, my recent selections have hardly been uplifting. I seem to be moving quickly from one difficult read to another, without much pause. ![]() ![]() ![]() As I said in my last review, I have not been giving myself the easiest time with my reading choices. ![]()
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