Far From Brooklyn

Ditched, page 32.

Wow, what a terrible book.  Words almost cannot describe it.

It begins with what I can only describe as a white man’s nightmare/fantasy of what happens when an white woman runs out of gas in a black neighborhood.  (The book, written by a Dutchman, is set in Brazil. Or at least the beginning of the book takes place in Brazil.)

If this weren’t bad enough, the first 30-odd pages also featured second-rate Kundera noodlings. Blah.

The book actually opens with a description of a flight; I was sitting in a plane when I read the description.  It didn’t match up to the reality.

And so I bailed.

Lost Paradise by Cees Nooteboom.