Sedmi - kaj? - nekaj s seznama nominirancev za bookerja 2018.
Prazno, hladno, grozno. Tega ne morem brati.
Fuj to, žirija.

"‘Well,’ said Marvel, getting out his phone, ‘you can feel uncomfortable for both of us while Jack and me catch a killer.’ ‘Jack and I,’ said Reynolds. ‘Oh good,’ said Marvel. ‘Then we’re all agreed.’"Posamične razplete sem pričakoval z zadržanim dihom, in tega ne govorim kar tako v en dan - res sem se dvakrat ujel, da nisem želel vdihniti, dokler ni bilo konec odstavka.
"The normal women had been expecting, indeed dreading, that the issue women, once started, would take the exposure opportunity to harp on in a broad, encyclopaedic fashion about injustice towards and trespasses against women, not just in the present day but all through the ages, using terminology such as ‘terminology’, ‘case studies show’, ‘incorporates the systemic, transhistoric, institutionalised and legislated antipathy of’ and so on that completely these days these women appeared to be steeped in. There would be the injustices too, thought the traditional women, those big ones, the famous ones, the international ones – witch-burnings, footbindings, suttee, honour killings, female circumcision, rape, child marriages, retributions by stoning, female infanticide, gynaecological practices, maternal mortality, domestic servitude, treatment as chattels, as breeding stock, as possessions, girls going missing, girls being sold and all those other worldwide cultural, tribal and religious socialisations and scandalisations, also the warnings given against things throughout patriarchal history that were seen as uncommon for a woman to do or think or say."Človek bi rekel, da je takšen roman neberljiv, pa ni, sploh ne. Bohotne domislice bralca nosijo kot valovi in niti za trenutek me ni prešinilo, da bi bilo česa odveč. Do takrat, ko je bilo preveč vsega, in to je nekje na polovici, ko pri eliptični pripovedi nisem več vedel, ali ima psihično motnjo Burnsova ali glavna junakinja. Grem stavit, da slednja, za kar avtorici čestitam, a vseeno sem roman odložil. Potem me je sicer grizla slaba vest, a se nisem pustil motiti.

I grew up in York and later lived in London, Cambridge and Buenos Aires. I am now back in York, where I am writing a PhD thesis on the concept of decay in the later Middle Ages, as well as writing fiction.
I work part-time at The Little Apple Bookshop.Elmet je podoben zgornjemu besedilu: natančen, neposreden, dobro uravnotežen in zategadelj skoraj poetičen. Petterson ali Donovan, denimo, tu nekje. Poetična je tudi družina, sin Daniel, starejša hčerka Cathy ter Očka, ki je boksar in še vse kaj drugega.
Every payday he’d be inundated by teeming hordes of the bipolar poor, who having spent it all in one place, and grown tired and unsated from the night’s notoriously shitty prime-time television lineup, would unwedge themselves from between the couch-bound obese family members and the boxes of unsold Avon beauty products, turn off the kitchen radio pumping song after song extolling the virtues of Friday nights living it up at the club, popping bottles, niggers, and cherries in that order, then having canceled the next day’s appointment with their mental health care professional, the chatterbox cosmetologist, who after years doing heads, still knows only one hairstyle—fried, dyed, and laid to the side—they’d choose that Friday, “day of Venus,” goddess of love, beauty, and unpaid bills, to commit suicide, murder, or both.Dober, potrpežljiv bralec bo nagrajen z neverjetno črnsko zgodbo in oživljanjem ideje suženjstva, nam, manj izkušenim amaterjem, pa kaj kmalu zmanjka potrpljenja ob medli nosilni zgodbi, in knjigo zalučamo v kot.
Mother was a falconer: The one who stood on the hills and watched, trying to stave off whatever ill she perceived was coming to her children. She owned copies of our minds in the pockets of her own mind and so could easily sniff troubles early in the forming, the same way sailors discern the forming foetus of a coming storm.Preostanek proze je faktografski in večinoma brez šarma.