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Oh, look: another protagonist who is unsure whether she's pretty or not and who's horny for every guy who walks near her - well, at least the young, handsome ones who act like spoiled teenagers.

Repeatedly referring to people by their job title doesn't refresh the reader's mind in an original way. It maps out the characters by their status - something this book is apparently trying to attempt.

ugh

I will get through this. I will get through it so that I can unleash all of my pent up opinions.

Ouf. Here we go.

"...and forgetting all the kindness that had been bestowed upon them, forgetting all the gifts that had been given to them, forgetting all that the Government, the white people and the Parliament of Canada had been doing for them, in trying to rescue them from barbarity [...] forgetting all these things, they rose against us."

- John A. MacDonald, 1885

Cultural genocide was intentional, but framed as kindness.

Wow this books is terrible

"Literature gives us an experience that stretches us vertically to the heights and depths of what the human mind can conceive, to what corresponds to the conceptions of heaven and hell in religion. In this perspective what I like or don't like disappears, because there's nothing left of me as a separate person: as a reader of literature I exist only as a representative of humanity as a whole." (61)

Bullshit.

"In the event Sister continues to to attend to Urbino... should I be concerned for her? Would Caraffa... take liberties?"
"Caraffa? No. He has no carnality. It would be better if he did. Then at least he would be human."

At what stage in a book can you accurately parse historical accuracy from personal sensibilities that have found a home in that historical backdrop?

oh boy

This is a surreal trip.

Picking up this book took some adjustments. The writing is cracked and slippery, and if you don't watch your step you fall quickly into this other world of sensation and lore. But it feels so real. It feels more real than the trauma that the poetry exposes (poetry is truth).

I'm mesmerized.

Cute.

Holy Satan I'm ready

I haven't quite been able to put this book down.

Plot is still moving as fast as these un-human-like characters

I'm surprised by how little time Schwab wastes before throwing the whole of the plot into irreversible turmoil. Everything readily and immediately follows on the heels of the last book. And without ever flinching - unexpected problems have unexpectedly severe consequences and solutions. I like it, but I'm unsure as to how this is going to hold up over the rest of the book.

Tis the high season of the Discworld and I'm loving every moment.

Reading Proulx wash over the lives of generations, letting secrets ripple and rupture over and under the greater trajectory, is akin to the tumultuous balancing of log drivers atop hundreds of pilfered, once breathing trees over the river ways. Honestly, I'm amazed I'm still this interested in a book about logging and family drama, nigh 400 pages in. A testament to good writing.

Nixon is surprising agile in his imaginative repertoire, but consistent in providing evidence of instability in its local, regional, transnational, and transhistorical dimensions - alongside the "calamities of squandered time." His work is a joy to unravel.

Wonderful. A sustainable blend of literary theory, ecocriticism, and "undefeated despair." Nixon isn't afraid to witness sights unseen and hold people responsible for their work.

Winding prose and a cold, deepening run towards the modern cognizance of a limited, fragile planet.

it's been a while since I couldn't put a book down.

Almost there.

I'm having such a hard time reading this hateful, assumptive, accusatory ignorance. For the first time, I might actually put this book down (and probably bury it). Worse, I want to rate it one star and add it as the only book on a DNF shelf.

I don't think, if the first 40 pages are this grotesque and hypocritical, that the rest of the book can redeem itself. I doubt it.

This slogged down pretty abruptly.