Girl, Woman, Other

I’m very late to the afterparty, but hey. Got this as a present a while ago, but never got around to reading it. Thanks to sickness I finally made it. And what can I say. It’s wonderful. The language, the characters, the way Evaristo is able to paint their complicated, lovable, hatable, conflicted life stories. It’s a book about identity, about belonging and alienation, surviving and thriving.

Stunning stories. Such unique writing. I’ve never read anything else quite like it.

I loved this book, in part because in an earlier incarnation I studied feminist theater in London and this was so evocative of that world. It's big and messy in the ways that women's groups in that era were/are. And I'm still pissed that they made her share the Booker with Atwood

This book is a collection of portraits of women, all linked together around a play at the National Theatre. Each portrait is deep and interesting and real, it feels like falling deeper and deeper each time. I enjoyed it and I recommend it. It is written as an internal monologue, with minimal punctuation, which means it requires concentration, and it's quite long.

Thanks to NetGalley for sending me a copy in exchange for my review.