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The Arsonists’ City by Hala Alyan
Moving through space (America, Lebanon, Syria) and time (from the 1960s to 2019) The Arsonists’ City tells a sprawling yet engrossing tale about the Nasr, a Syrian-Lebanese-American family. Written with the same subtlety and beauty as her debut novel, The Arsonists’ City presents readers with a cast of fully-fleshed out characters, however flawed or frustrating…
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 2010s, 20th century, 3.5 STARS, 3rd pov, actors, Adult, affairs, America, assault, California, cheating, Contemporary, drama, family, FAMILY SAGA, female authors, forgiveness, GUILT, HALA ALYAN, HISTORICAL FICTION, jealousy, Lebanon, LESBIAN, lgbtq+, LITERARY FICTION, MARRIAGE, music, musicians, netgalley, Palestine, palestinian american author, published in 2021, read in 2021, siblings, Syria, The Arsonists' City, theatre -
You Exist Too Much by Zaina Arafat β book review
βIt is a bizarre and unsettling feeling, to exist in a liminal state between two realms, unable to attain full access to one or the other.β Although I’d intended to read You Exist Too Much I nearly didn’t after reading a really negative review for it, one that was very critical of Zaina Arafat’s depiction…
1st pov, 4.5 STARS, addiction, Adult, ALIENATION, ambiguous protagonist, America, American, bad love, BISEXUAL/PANSEXUAL, cheating, CHILDHOOD, Contemporary, contemporary malaise, eating disorders, f/f, family, female authors, growing up, heartbreak/breakups, identity, intergenerational, introspective, Italy, lgbtq+, LGBTQ+ Author, LITERARY FICTION, loneliness, Longing, love addiction, mental health, millennial, mothers & daughters, netgalley, NEW YORK, Palestine, palestinian author, PSYCHIATRISTS & THERAPISTS, psychological, published in 2020, queer, re-reads, read in 2020, read in 2021, read in 2022, sapphic, self-destructive, sex, SEXUALITY, she is not feeling good at all, the female malaise, toxic relationships, travel, unnamed narrator, west bank, You Exist Too Much, Zaina Arafat -
Salt Houses by Hala Alyan
A small part of him which he already recognizes as a lost, former self longs for his mother’s garden, the sound of wind rustling the leaves. He takes a breath, his feet flat against the carpet. His right toe itches. Despite being a beautifully written novel Salt Houses lacks personality. We follow different generations of…