![]() ![]() Meditation made possible by finally asking questions about past, present and future, whether the time actually matters, do things change or are they always the same. For me it was a meditation on many things, a meditation made possible by slowing down to take a closer look at nature, at history. Nothing seems to happen in it, but yet things happen. It is a difficult book to review, because it is neither character driven nor plot driven, it is a book about time and place, people and their stories. ![]() As it turned out the fear was completely unjustified. I was putting off reading this book, because I remembered how much I enjoyed Tokarczuk’s books when I was younger, but I was worried that I’ll be bored with it now and this will spoil my good memories. I needed a push to try her prose again and the push came in the form of Christmas gift. It didn’t seem to sit right with the pace of my life, as if it belonged to those long summer vacation during my studies. It has been years since I read any book by Olga Tokarczuk, I remember in my early twenties I liked the slow dreamy rhythm of her prose, but somehow the older I got the less drawn to it I was. ![]()
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