A fictionalized account of a civilian woman during the Sri Lankan civil war. Told in a painfully factual way. Not an enjoyable read, but an important and deeply feminist one.
A strange mix of advice too basic for anyone who has been a manager for more than five minutes and advice only relevant for higher level executives with multiple layers of management beneath them. None of the information was new to me or packaged in a unique way to make this one memorable.
Parts of this I really enjoyed, but I wish the author had spent more time analyzing her doppelgänger and, by extension, the far right, and how we got to this point in society. She went off on too many tangents for my liking and some chapters had very loose linkages to her central thesis. It felt a bit like she just really wanted to write about a few topics near and dear to her, but didn’t have enough content for a full book, so she forced them into this one.
I get the appeal, but this was too slow and I didn’t really care about the human characters and all their failed communication that drove the entire plot.
It also really irritated me that the octopus just magically knew things to drive the plot forward. How did he know where the driver licence was in the first place? How did he know that Tova would recognize the last name on it as Daphne’s?
She spent a lot of time forcing world events to fit into her thesis and ignored the other factors at play (mainly good old fashioned corruption). An interesting read, but it was far from perfect.
I’m sure others would appreciate the prose, but for me, it just feels wrong to read lengthy descriptions of paintings and how the author feels about them…