To all those who are quick to judge what male
and female boundaries are and what gender roles have to be (no conditionals,
clearly) : I so wish I could force you to read this book.
There is just so much in this novel: history (a
great portrayal of the conflict between Turks and Greeks, but also of hippie
culture in San Francisco), identity, race, growing-up and, clearly, gender. I
loved reading, for once, a book with remarkably lofty ambitions that doesn’t
just manage to fulfil those, but remains readable in the process.
Eugenides manages to write about this journey
of self-discovery with delicate irony even in its most delicate pages.
And then why haven’t I read Eugenides’s two
other novels? I have no idea...
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