zondag 25 november 2012

The grass is singing - Doris Lessing

This was a miraculously beautiful novel. I adored the first chapter, which drew in 20 pages the way people in Rhodesia coped with their land. It tells the way things are silenced, not said aloud, not even whispered, as not saying meant not being there, how people are drawn in to this strange culture of power and obedience and after time accept it as being the culture to live in.
The book combines favorite themes; the relationship between man and nature, alienation, losing the grip on your world and not fitting in society and culture. I wrote to a friend that if this was the last book I would ever read, I would be satisfied, and I truly would be.

Geen opmerkingen: