Review: On the Road

As I might have mentioned before, I’m not one to reach for American writers. I’m not sure if I have a weird taste aversion from my high school AP American Studies class or what it is, but I usually prefer British classics over American. With that said, I’ve come to find American authors that I do enjoy reading; however, I’m not sure if Jack Kerouac will make that list.
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Review: Shame

I want to first say that I am not especially well versed in Pakistani, Indian, or postcolonial history/literature. Although I did take one class in college concerning this topic, I am no scholar. However, I did enjoy many of the books I read during that class, which inspired me to pick up a few other copies of Salman Rushdie’s works. In short, this post will focus mainly on Rushdie’s style, characters, narrator, etc.–that is, I will not pretend to understand the historical events Rushdie is referring to in many of the scenes in his novel. If you are interested in reading more about these historical aspects, I found this link that explains some of the parallels. Ok, with that disclaimer of sorts out of the way, let’s get started. Continue reading

Review: The Handmaid’s Tale

This week I finished The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood and thought I would write a review. Spoiler alert, this was full five-star read for me; the prose was engrossing and I flew through the final half of the novel. I’m excited to watch the Hulu series, which premieres in April. According to an article in The Atlantic, the movie version (released in 1990) did not do well, so it will be interesting to see how the Hulu series sits with audiences. And side note, how is this not on the RGRC….

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Review: Franny and Zooey

First of all, I’m not a huge reader of classic American literature. For one, I have a taste aversion to this group of literature that dates back to my junior year of high school in my AP US History and English class. Even being a big reader and an English lit major in college–thus being required to take various Am. lit classes–I never got into reading classic American literature; I couldn’t care less about whaling ships, the frontier, or whether Bartleby would prefer to or not.

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