meghan rose allen

Nigeria: Daughters Who Walk This Path by Yejide Kilanko

Thoughts: One of those books that is competent but forgettable. I finished it on Thursday and already most of the second half I have to really struggle to remember what happens.

Rating: 3/5

Zimbabwe: Unfeeling by Ian Holding

Thoughts: I tried but couldn’t get past the casual racism of the book and whether it was supposed to be an indictment of the white African’s mindset or an endorsement, I don’t know. It’s hard to sympathize with characters, even when bad and unhappy things are happening to them, when they are talking about how much easier it is when they had total control (i.e. slavery, abuse, etc.) over the black Africans.

I think there needs to be more nuance. Farm reclaimations are barbaric, politically motivated, and bad for Zimbabwe overall; I doubt anyone will disagree with that as the land isn’t given to farmers, but to Mugabe’s political allies. But this book completely checks out of any concept of white privilege having helped lead to the current situation. The white Africans are blameless in everything, even when they are being racist.

The dénoument was good. I appreciated that. It was the only time throughout the entire novel where there was an admission that black Africans maybe were good for something other than thuggery or farm labour.

Rating: 3.5/5

Afghanistan: The Wasted Vigil by Nadeem Aslam

stify”>Thoughts: I read this book thinking how could it be missed, how could it not have won every award the year it was published, how come I have never heard of it.

Then I got to the chapter inside James’ head and realised why not: the whole thing falls apart on James. The writing is weak, the analysis is poor, and all nuance is lost. How Aslam can so perfectly map the voices of the other four characters yet do James so poorly is mysterious. James’ chapter is like the airport paperback thriller someone left in Ethiopia that I read one night when there was nothing else to do. It is just supremely, amazingly, uninspiringly awful.

And so the book fell apart.

But before the book fell apart, it made me want to dig up my unfinished Afghanistan story and try to work that one through. It’s like a freaking other planet there. I am baffled Afghanistan exists.

Rating: 3.5/5

Poland: The Emperor of Lies by Steve Sem-Sandberg

Thoughts: Long and dark and overwhelming in exactly the way you want a book about a Polish ghetto to be long and dark and overwhelming.

Rating: 5/5

Philippines: Ilustrado by Miguel Syjuco

Thoughts: The parts I liked, I liked a lot. The parts I didn’t (and there were many), I found hard to get through. I’m starting to appreciate more and more the beauty of straightforward narrative, which this book is not an example of. It’s not a bad book, but there is a lot to get through to get to the end.

Rating: 3.5/5

Sweden: The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson

Thoughts: So I liked this one better than the first, evinced by the fact that I read the first book three years ago and only picked this book up to read now in an airport bookshop where the choices were between this and a variety of Christian romance and/or horror novels. I found this better than the first, not as slow, and more relevant. Funnily, my parents have both read the series (my dad reads about one fiction book a decade). Spoiler (highlight to read): My parents were all disbelieving that any government would cover up foreign nationals for intelligence purposes, since clearly they had never heard of Operation Paperclip and its ilk. Also maybe working in government security for the past eighteen months has made me realise exactly how duplicitous national security officers really all – always the ends justify the means and all that. I also don’t know whether it’s the translation or the writing, but the book definitely plods less than the first, at least when it’s not plagerising IKEA catalogues or detailing the variety of frozen pizzas one can buy at 7-11. You can tell Larsson was a journalist by the way he structures the introductions to characters – more style than substance. In any case, after I finished the novel, I went out to the library to read the third. And now I am done.

Rating: 4.5/5

Ireland: In The Woods by Tana French

Thoughts: I borrowed this book from my mother, who said, in her words, that it was a stupid book. I disagree. It’s a typical murder mystery, but written better than most. It reminded me a bit of Denise Mina, although not as dark. It also made Dublin seem a bit more intriguing than I remember it on my whirlwind three day visit there eight years ago.

Rating: 4/5

China: Half of Man Is Woman by Xianliang Zhang

Thoughts: This is either a book where Communist Chinese policies are an allegory for male impotence or male impotence is an allegory for Communist Chinese policies. I really can’t tell. Punningly however, the protagonist is pretty much a dick for most of the book, so maybe it doesn’t matter in the end which and what is allegory versus reality.

Rating: 3/5

Azerbaijan: Ali and Nino by Kurbain Said

Thoughts: The book flap compares this to Doctor Zhivago, which I sort of dismissed, but after reading it, I can’t think of a better comparison. It’s a love story, but isn’t particularly erotic and people seem more like ideas than people. I probably wouldn’t have read it except for my reading around the world quest, but it was a decent book even if, like many novels from Russia and Central Asia, people give long-winded soliloquies about politics, religions, human nature, etc.

I feel sorry for the Harlequin romance readers – this book was classified as Romance at the Ottawa Public Library, which it is in the same was Zhivago or Anna Karenina or Jane Austin is romance. Someone who is used to ripped bodices and Fabio is going to be mighty bored when they pick this one up 🙂

Rating: 4/5