Diary of a Bad Year and Other Things
After finishing Coetzee’s Diary of a Bad Year, there’s only one thing I want to say about it: the book doesn’t wear its heart on its sleeve, or keep it in a pocket or anywhere else easily accessible. Its heart is wrapped in layers of varying opacity, but when you see it, you are grateful.
At one point, Coetzee quotes Gabriel Garcia Marquez, which reminded me that all of my magical realism books have disappeared. Which is kind of fitting, but makes me wonder if someone isn’t playing a prank on me….this is the second time I’ve lost Cortazar’s Cronopios and Famas! Maybe I’m just not meant to own it.

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