Our book club is reading Olive Kitteridge this month, an amazing book of linked short stories by Elizabeth Strout. I don’t remember ever encountering a character like Olive in fiction. She is not a nice person, but there is never a dull moment when she is on the page. Here is how the NY Times sums it up:
The pleasure in reading “Olive Kitteridge” comes from an intense identification with complicated, not always admirable, characters. And there are moments in which slipping into a character’s viewpoint seems to involve the revelation of an emotion more powerful and interesting than simple fellow feeling — a complex, sometimes dark, sometimes life-sustaining dependency on others. There’s nothing mawkish or cheap here. There’s simply the honest recognition that we need to try to understand people, even if we can’t stand them.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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