This isn’t an actual contest we hold, but maybe we should. Or maybe not, ‘cause I know I sure can’t best this one.
The Shadow-Boxing Woman by Inka Parei
I am in love with this book. There are all the telltale signs: I can’t stop thinking about the next time I’ll read it, I pretend I’m not thinking about it even when I really am, I talk about it too much, and, frustratingly, I’m not even sure why I hold it in such high esteem since I am so keenly aware of all of its flaws. The real draw, probably, is how much this book and I have in common. We both take careful notice of the surreality of daily life, we both spend too much time lurking in grimy urban corners, we both pay too much attention to uninformative details like how people’s fingers move and how women hold their handbags when the bus is approaching, we are both too curious about what the neighbor across the hall is up to, we both exaggerate, we both forget to get to the point.
Dana
