Ok, I’ll admit when I read the synopsis of Marie NDaiye’s novel, I was excited. The reality was far different from my expectation. What I found was an unending monologue by two women and a man, which reminded me of the narrator in “The Tell Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe. I had read, in that synopsis, that the three stories were tied together...they were - but loosely, very loosely. Whenever I read, I shudder at large unbroken blocks of text. I continually looked for the dialogue to push the storyline. I struggled to finish this novel, but pushed through hoping for the big “ah-ha” moment. Oops. I wanted rich details of Africa and France. I wanted the characters to interact with one another (especially Fanta). I wanted to NOT put down the book. Perhaps, for me, something was lost in translation.
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