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Manazuru by Hiromi Kawakami, translated by Michael Emmerich In August, I went to see a few readings at the Edinburgh Book Festival. At the checkout counter (purchasing a book. Of course.) I struck up a conversation with the sales girl,…
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It is sad that people are now afraid of journeys because they are afraid of the very people they should be trusting. The same applies to emotional journeys, which are inextricably woven into other people’s lives; every day we place…
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Some History I first read this book in the original French when I was writing my undergraduate thesis in French Studies (and my level of comprehension was much better), so re-reading it in English was like remembering a dream (appropriate…
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Good Ol’ Jane Austen I’m leaving the country soon, and I need to send some books home when my family visits next month. Consequently, when it came time to find my next book to review, instead of perusing second hand stores, I looked…
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Why did I pick up this book? Last week, I found myself sprawled on the floor of my friend Liz’s London flat, perusing the books on her bookshelf. Our friendship, which goes back to grade 6, has revolved almost entirely…
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What’s it about? My first book review was about a man cheating on his woman. My second is about a woman cheating on her man. Published in 1954, A Spy in the House of Love explores subjects taboo to the…
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What attracted me to this book? The stark red and black cover of a giant stiletto crushing a man? The fact that it’s set in Glasgow? The American Psycho-esque density of the novel? Certainly not the ample praise on the…
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Recently, I read E.L. Doctorow’s Ragtime Admittedly, this was for a class, and I’m not sure I would have picked it up on a whim. I’d never even heard of it, even though Modern Library lists it as #86 on…
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