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erynnotfar 's review for:
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
by Salman Rushdie
As soon as I read that The Ground Beneath Her Feet was an Orpheus and Eurydice retelling, I was ready to be captivated by it. That turned out to be a very loose claim, but the story of Ormus Cama and Vina Apsara was just as beautifully tragic. In some books, the plot shines. In others, it's the characters. In this one, it is the narration. It spans days and decades, able to capture huge trends while also being laser focused on the smallest of details. And it is the reason I was most conflicted in how to rate this book. Every line reads like poetry in the most wonderful way. But, as poetry tends to do, it gets heavy quickly. At the beginning, reading feels like floating in a luxury hot tub. By the halfway mark, it became trudging through a lake of maple syrup. Some people would likely find this narration style to be gorgeous. I thought so at the beginning, but by the end, it was just too much for me.