Durga Chew-Bose

3.5, really. Smart, lush, occasionally insightful, often self-indulgent in a way I was sometimes maddened by but am fundamentally unable to condemn. A little bit fuckor, on that point. I read this book with Virginia Woolf half in mind, partially because she often is and partially because this book pulls its title from her diary. There are some similarities, but Chew-Bose's tendency to talk around things feels less vital and clear than Woolf's. This book has revealing moments, but few revelations.… (mais)