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Good Bones by Margaret Atwood
3.0
I once compared Margaret Atwood to what ancient philosophers understood about stars and the night sky. They believed that stars were holes in the curtain of night, letting the light of heaven to pass through. Of course, we know all of that is bullshit today, but that's how I see Margaret Atwood in some ways.
Atwood is not a god, but reading her makes me feel like a person in the medieval times, peeping at heaven through holes in the sky. I may not know exactly what I am looking at, but I know somewhere on the other side of the curtain lies brilliance.
Good Bones is a good example of that. In this collection of short fiction, Atwood goes to town with her playfulness, like a literary exercise she does from time to time to work her brain muscles. As such, while some stories are entertaining and thought provoking to say the least, others don't quite make sense. But because it is Margaret Atwood, I, as a reader, feel that it is my fault for not "getting it" rather than her. She's just on another level, even when she's just hunkering down for some fun on the page.
Not every piece of writing here worked for me, but that's just the way short fiction operates. And I'm fine with that.
Atwood is not a god, but reading her makes me feel like a person in the medieval times, peeping at heaven through holes in the sky. I may not know exactly what I am looking at, but I know somewhere on the other side of the curtain lies brilliance.
Good Bones is a good example of that. In this collection of short fiction, Atwood goes to town with her playfulness, like a literary exercise she does from time to time to work her brain muscles. As such, while some stories are entertaining and thought provoking to say the least, others don't quite make sense. But because it is Margaret Atwood, I, as a reader, feel that it is my fault for not "getting it" rather than her. She's just on another level, even when she's just hunkering down for some fun on the page.
Not every piece of writing here worked for me, but that's just the way short fiction operates. And I'm fine with that.