I have mixed feelings about this book, because while I was caught up in Nadia’s and Saeed’s story and the horrors that they went through in their country, I was not fond of the writing style. It was clinical in a way that I thought worked for it at times but also worked against it. There were several points in that in the story that irritated me, where I wished that these enormous sentences—paragraphs long, sometimes—were cut down (he could have taken a cue from Ernest Hemingway), and repeating words were slashed out. Maybe that was the point of the story to make you remember, burn it into your brain or something, but those are pet peeves of mine in writing, so I didn’t care for it. But I thought he got his point of view and the visceral images of the violence and the everyday life of people that go hand-in-hand in a war-torn country.
” … for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.”
I’ve not read a story quite like this.