Books I RED

Goodreads says that I'm ten books behind the schedule. I was supposed to read 53 books and I read 43 this year, but I'm satisfied. Let's call it a wrap people! And what did I do with my time the past months. I wrote, and wrote, and edited (with the help of my best friend) and wrote again.  Yes, I wrote a book.  So, I think the past three months have been well spent. Since Hang Kang, I've managed just to read a collection of poems by Morgan Parker, titled There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyonce and I liked it a great deal. For example, from the poem  Hottentot  Venus and All they want is my money my pussy and my blood was brilliant. I like her style.  I'm quite convinced that I won't be able to finish a novel before the year ends but who knows, in any case I want to nominate the book of the year for all my imaginary blog readers. The winner for 2024 will be: Karolina Ramqvist, with More Fire  I re-listened to a clip where she talks about The White City ...

Women in South-Korea live on a mental territory the size of a stamp that they dare not lick it. That's my rude conclusion after reading both The Vegetarian by Nobel prize winner Han Kang and Kim Jiyoung born 1982. Why oh why, does things have to get nasty, even grotesque for us to be able to talk about women and their natural born rights as (hu)man. There's really nothing much more to say about that book, I question modern day literature, it's not that great, yet, I myself write.  That is what I've been doing for the past month, write, write, write... and now I translate, translate, translate into English, a language I still find more my own.  In any case... I think I might not make the 53 books in 2024 mark, but I have been pondering about my personal finalists. It's very possible that the prize goes to the Caribbeans but I'm also considering At Night All Blood is Black, by Diop. I found it at the flea market in an English translation for one euro. The Swedish ...