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A review by inherbooks
Thirteen Months of Sunrise by Rania Mamoun, Elisabeth Jaquette
4.0
With most short story collections, some stories hit and others miss. I’ve never read a collection like this one that had a hold on me from the first letter to the very last. In 70 pages, Rania Mamoun had me falling in and out of love, requited and unrequited, in and out of health, and in and out of the shadows of the mind of an author, struggling creatively – I was EVERYWHERE and NOWHERE at the same time *be still, my heart*.
Rania Mamoun gives voice to the voiceless, and shines a light on issues prevalent in Sudan, as well as every other society in the world – poverty, hunger, poor/access to healthcare to name a few.
There are no heroes or heroines with a cape and shiny suit, these are people living - making it through this world, some by the skin of their teeth, loving and losing. For all the feelings I was put through, most of the stories only take place over 20 to 30 minutes, maybe 2 to 3 days with the longest last a week or so.
The final story (Stray Steps), where the MC falls because of hunger and an untreated chronic disease, ends in a way I was both shocked and ashamed to see – that human nature could go so low as to dismiss suffering. (Edges) has to be my favourite, but I don’t want to ruin it for you if you read it.
Rania Mamoun gives voice to the voiceless, and shines a light on issues prevalent in Sudan, as well as every other society in the world – poverty, hunger, poor/access to healthcare to name a few.
There are no heroes or heroines with a cape and shiny suit, these are people living - making it through this world, some by the skin of their teeth, loving and losing. For all the feelings I was put through, most of the stories only take place over 20 to 30 minutes, maybe 2 to 3 days with the longest last a week or so.
The final story (Stray Steps), where the MC falls because of hunger and an untreated chronic disease, ends in a way I was both shocked and ashamed to see – that human nature could go so low as to dismiss suffering. (Edges) has to be my favourite, but I don’t want to ruin it for you if you read it.