Thursday, August 07, 2008
The Cellist of Sarajevo
...is quite the novel. I finished it last night. I mentioned it briefly in this comment and in this post and now again simply because it warrants the attention. Oddly enough, I've been on the go a lot and so far this year the only other novel I've read is The Life & Times of Michael K by J. M. Coetzee. I'm struck by how much the two novels have in common. They speak to the conscience. The literature of conscience, as Cynthia Ozick calls it in this New York times review of Coetzee's novel, makes for unsettling bedtime reading. It opens your eyes, eyes that would rather be closed. These two novels shook me just enough to wake me up.