![]() ![]() ![]() I didn’t get along with the writing style. Because from what I read, it’s not exactly a bad book. I’m not really sure how to go about this. ![]() *This book was sent to me by the publishers in exchange for an honest review But then Cassia meets Marcus – slick, slippery, silver-tongued – a true and perfect son of Rome. With dogs on her trail and a bounty on her head, the journey seems impossible. Beyond the river, fair to the north, stands Hadrian’s Wall – the furthest limit of the mighty Roman Empire. So I did a quick hop-skip-and a jump over here, and decided to publish it here too.Īfter maiming her master, Cassia has no choice but to run. My “mini review” wasn’t exactly mini anymore. But I just decided to DNF this book, and while I usually just leave my explanation on Goodreads…well, this one took some explaining. Especially when I have another blog post coming in the morning. I didn’t expect to find myself publishing a book review at 9:30pm on a Saturday evening. ![]()
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![]() ![]() ![]() The work is interspersed with imagery of mice, cockroaches, bunnies, and tiny vehicles, serving as allegories of drinking, the author’s tense relationship with her mother, and Tchaikovsky, too. Now my mother’s bed is moving and she cannot sleep.” The author uses the object of the title-an instrument that sounds when struck-as a slippery metaphor for her art and being, encompassing her risk-taking as a drinker to Tchaikovsky’s open-minded approach to composing The Nutcracker. Though she doesn’t play with line breaks, she often deploys a one-sentence-per-paragraph method that gives a poetic aura to her observations-e.g., “Now my mother is frail. ![]() In her latest, Fusselman ( Savage Park: A Meditation on Play, Space, and Risk for Americans Who Are Nervous, Distracted, and Afraid to Die, 2015, etc.) focuses on breaking with artistic tradition, and structurally, she tries to practice what she preaches. A recursive prose-poem contemplating addiction, dance, and the need for pathbreaking art. ![]() ![]() ![]() The United States of America is a nation composed predominantly of immigrants. ![]() Slowly the systematic oppression against poor farmers in his native country dawns on the young Bulosan, and disillusioned by the hopelessness of his nation he blindly takes a ship to America in search of greener pastures. ![]() Consequently his family is left to the mercies of farming for wealthy landowners who take almost everything they raise. His father is a poor farmer attending to a small plot of land which they eventually lose as collateral after missing a single loan payment taken so that they could give a proper education to one of his elder brothers. America is in the hearts of men."Ĭarlos Bulosan's semi-autobiographical novel starts out with his early life born from a lowly peasant family in the Philippines. America is not merely a land or an institution. America is not bound by geograpahical latitudes. We are all Americans that have toiled and suffered and known oppression and defeat, from the first Indian that offered peace to the last Filipino pea pickers. ![]() "It is but fair to say that America is not a land of one race or one class of men. ![]() |