I try to use my Italian library subscription to read books originally written either in Italian or in a language that I don't speak. Having read dozens of Italian novels throughout 2022, I decided to start 2023 with something else, and opted for the 2018 Nobel Prize winner.
And I spent a few hundred pages wondering why she won a Nobel Prize.
Or why this book got published really.
I found a number of her pseudo-reflections on her approach to life and travels to be pretentiously and unoriginally new-agey.
I also repetedly found my mind wandering off as I read a 10-line "short story" and managed to retain a little less than zero of it by the following page.
To give credit where credit is due, I rather liked the story of Chopin's funeral, but that's about it.
At the end of the day though, it's probably a good thing I don't get to decide who wins the Nobel Prize, otherwise American authors would be even more over-represented...
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