#elämäkertakaikkiaan #naistenviikkohaaste autofiktio avioliitto dekkari dystopia englanninkielinen Englanti esikoiskirja esikoisromaani espanjankielinen Gummerus helmet2021 helmet2022 helmet2023 helmet2024 helmet2025 helmethaaste historiallinen romaani ihmissuhteet Irlanti kasvutarina Keltainen kirjasto klassikko kuolema maahanmuutto mielenterveys muistelmat naisen asema Otava perhe perheet perhesalaisuudet rakkaus siirtolaisuus sota suru Tammi toinen maailmansota WSOY Yhdysvallat yksinäisyys ystävyys äitiys äänikirja
Kuvat:
iStockPhoto
Unsplash.com
© Kirjaluotsi 2018-2026
Frances Wilson: Electric Spark: The Enigma of Muriel Spark
Spark liked ’fun and games’ and had a genius for plots, in the sense of narrative sequences as well as secret scheming. She laid, and found, plots everywhere, and I have followed as best I can the instructions she planted for posterity in her biographies, fiction, autobiography, archives and the seventy-five ’rare’ interviews she gave. […]
Alan Hollinghurst: The Line of Beauty
After that they browsed for a minute or two in a semi-detached fashion. Nick found a set of Trollope which had a relatively modest and approachable look among the rest, and took down The Way We Live Now, with an armorial bookplate, the pages uncut. “What have you found there?” said Lord Kessler, in a […]
Anne Michaels: Held
Places described by a lover are like no other places on earth. To learn a city in this way – boulevards curving, canals, cornices overhead – in the naked embrace, the luxury of listening while your skin is listening. The city slips into your body. And then, if you are fortunate enough to arrive there […]
Louise Kennedy: Trespasses
Michael lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence. The others spoke haltingly, in sentences with atrocious syntax, accents so off she hardly recognised some words, but they went on. Aside from the obvious one, this was the real difference between them. They had the confidence to be foolish, to be wrong. She asked Michael […]
Leila Mottley: Nightcrawling
Strut, fly, gallop. There are so many ways to walk a street, but none of them will make you bulletproof. I got back from Mama’s and found myself stuck between street and gutter, Trevor knocking on the door early Sunday morning saying Vern been by again telling them they out if they don’t pay in […]
Abdulrazak Gurnah: Paradise
Yusuf’s new teacher wasted no time in putting him right on a number of matters. The day began at dawn and did not finish until Khalil said so. Nightmares and crying in the night were stupid so they were to have no more of that. Someone might think he was bewitched and have him sent […]
Abdulrazak Gurnah: Afterlives
As they told their swaggering stories and marched across the rain-shadow plains of the great mountain, they did not know that they were to spend years fighting across swamps and mountains and forests and grasslands, in heavy rain and drought, slaughtering and being slaughtered by armies of people they knew nothing about: Punjabis and Sikhs, […]
Hilma Wolitzer: Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket: Stories
Everybody said that there was a sex maniac loose in the complex and I thought—it’s about time. It had been a long asexual winter. The steam heat seemed to dry all of the body’s moistures and shrivel the fantasies of the mind. From the nineteenth floor of a building A, I watched snow fall on […]
Delphine de Vigan: Gratitude
I’m sure Michk’ heard the quick tap of the woman’s fingers on her keyboard. ’I have the name of a Miss Marie Chapier. Shall I call her?’’I don’t know…’’Is she your daughter?’’No.’’Do you want me to call her?’’Yes, please. Tell her I didn’t want to … truffle her, but it’s because I’m losing something, something […]
Susanna Clarke: Piranesi
As I walked, I was thinking about the Great and Secret Knowledge, which the Other says will grant us strange new powers. And I realised something. I realised that I no longer believed in it. Or perhaps that is not quite accurate. I thought it was possible that the Knowledge existed. Equally I thought that […]
Richard Ford: Canada
It’s been my habit of mind, over these years, to understand that every situation in which human beings are involved can be turned on its head. Everything someone assures me to be true might not be. Every pillar of belief the world rests on may or may not be about to explode. Most things don’t […]
Kamila Shamsie: Home Fire
’Once upon a time, there lived a girl and a boy called Aneeka and Parvaiz, who had the power to talk to animals.’ Aneeka laughed. ’Tell the one with the ostrich’, she said, voice muffled by her pillow. She was asleep before Isma was done telling the childhood story which their mother had invented for […]
Jhumpa Lahiri: The Lowland
From the terrace he had an open view of the place where he and Udayan had been raised. Lower rooftops of tin or tile, with squash vines trailing over them. The tops of walls, dotted white, splattered with excrement from crows. Two oblong ponds on the other side of the lane. The lowland, looking to […]
Edellinen sivu Seuraava sivu