I gentle the edge of my knife
against the poached egg yolk: a river of gold flows over toasted crust
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Review: Prayers for the Stolen, Jennifer Clement
I heard that this book had been translated into many other languages even before its release in English - apparently a remarkable happening but this is a remarkable book. Clement writes in the voice of a young girl who along with her peers, lives in a small Mexican village, where there are hardly any men but, more importantly, she and the others live in fear of being stolen.
The opening chapters of the book set the scene for why this fear is a reality: this is powerful writing about complex characters whose lives are shaped by the drug trade, the climate and the sort of friendships that develop when life is hard. I hate spoilers in book reviews so suffice to say that the way Ladydi’s life is ‘stolen’ is different and the ‘turn of events’ means Clement widens her net to include in her story a diverse group of women with one thing in common: they have stolen lives.
A fascinating insight into the lives of women in that part of the world, it all felt very authentic –this is a novel of real lives in a ruthless environment that I’m glad I now know a little about it. A very good read.
More details at http://www.jennifer-clement.com/
small stone 58/2014
wayward shadows full of
intention stripe tree trunks, pathways, hands and legs - a criss-cross sort of
day emerges
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
small stone 57/2014
more trees in blossom, more daffodils, snowdrops,
crocuses bloom: the mass signal of Spring
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
small stone 56/2014
clouds ready to let their
burden fall eclipse the light that arrived with morning
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
small stone 54/2014
the look of the flint stone wall resembles
the sky view pattern of a poorly planned city
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