A review by mrshood
House of Day, House of Night by Olga Tokarczuk

Did not finish book. Stopped at 35%.
At Page 106: While it has brilliant and beautiful prose, this book is taking an odd turn and no longer really interests me. I have to return it to the library this week and will move on to more resonant books.

At Page 44: This is weird freaking book. I'm on page 44 and have survived a graphic depiction of suicide and a different character having nonconsensual sex (as I would describe it). But there was only one brief, fleeting thought of maybe I shouldn't read this, because it's stunningly beautiful and disturbingly insightful (for lack of a better term). I feel like that about many books maybe, when I'm reading them. But this one is also very strange and I love it. It was published in Poland in 1998, and is her first book to be translated into English. This author won the Nobel prize in literature for 2018. It's magical realism ish, I guess, and instead of chapters it's like vignettes. I found it by looking at award winning translated books.