Mid-May, the tally for my WorldBookProject stands as follows:
35: Italy: Andrea Camilleri – The Shape of Water (translated by Stephen Sartarelli)
I found this crime novel a funny, vivid depiction of society. It’s the first in a series around the main character, inspector Montalbano. This makes up for the fact that the book could have been longer, purely because I enjoyed it so much. The series, however, is quite substantial, so I’m hoping for more page-turners and time to devour them.
36: Sri Lanka: Romesh Gunesekera – The Sandglass
While the book was off to an intriguing start, about a third into the story I found it suddenly rather difficult to connect to the characters. I guess all this thinking about family feuds and the money-making-plans was just not my cup of tea. The most fascinating parts were for me the narrator’s musings about travel and the stopping thereof, and a discussion about silence. The title of this post is a quote from the book.
37: Somalia: Nuruddin Farah – Knots
Now, here I’m really not on the fence: what could have been a range of fascinating characters in a challenging setting turned out to be tedious female good, male bad. People’s motivation remained unclear. Clichés appeared on every page, extraordinary coincidences abounded, and on top of that the writing was clumsy. The rose-tinted ending was completely unbelievable given that events happened in a city torn apart by civil war. The one big redeeming factor was the marvellous narration by Robin Miles.