A curious mixture of stories and semi-autobiography which come together to shape the life of Jeanette, the adopted daughter of a church-obsessed mother and a quiet, dominated father. Oranges are not the Fruit traces Jeanette teenage years, growing up in a northern town in a community in which she never quite fits, despite her talent for preaching and her wildly imaginative ideas. The structure of the novel, skirting and spiralling between an disjointed biographical narrative and other stories which shape Jeanette's development, suits perfectly what is a gritty discourse on the nature of personality, history and memory and the importance of perspective in developing all three. And at the same time, it's an engaging, if sometimes distressing, ... Read More:
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This is truly one of my favourite books. It is beautifully written, with so much insight and emotion. If you are one of those people that needs to know the exact details of the whys and wherefores then maybe this isn't for you, but if you enjoy poetic prose, and believe in the beauty of love- its depths as well as its heights- then it is a real treat.
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'Sexing the Cherry' is a fantastic novel full of rich, beautiful dream-like imagery that you don't have to study literature to appreciate. Easily readable in an afternoon, the book left me hankering for more, as I have never read anything quite so vivid or easy to identify with. Well worth reading and re-reading!
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I have to admit that I quite enjoyed the first half of this book, athough the writing style took a little getting used to, but then after the first section the story just peters out and is not very easy to follow, and to be honest it just becomes very dull and tedious.
I feel that if the book had been a novella, and had ended at the end of the first section of the story (about half the book) then I would have enjoyed it a lot more. As it is, it just becomes dull, tedious and confusing and was not a pleasure to read. I wish I had stopped after the first section.
I cannot recommend this book, although I am told that some of her other work is of a higher standard.
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'I like the collision between different realities', she says, as she prepares two mugs of Irish tea. 'It's exciting at the level of the imagination, because it allows for an expansion of perspectives. For example, you are walking down a real street and you also in a street in your mind that hardly exists.' ( Winterson)
'Villanelle'
Winterson's narratives play with the tension between connnection and rupture. She invests in narratives which 'interrupt' their coherence and sequencing through epigrammatic phrasing , thereby exposing the falsity of linearity, and the way that 'history' tries to impose 'grand narratives' which suppress the anomalous and individual.
I read Tanglewreck a few months ago so I don't actually remember it much. Not because it's a bad book, rather because I'm getting old and memory's not what it used to be. Besides, my knowledge of the English language is getting scanty since I left England ages and ages ago and I have a one-way mind so now I think and speak mostly Italian.
I didn't mind Tanglewreck. It's ok. I like the Jeanette Winterson bits, for instance the diabolic rabbit. I didn't like the `it must be like this' bits. Silver is your usual heroine. She's special and has special parents like most of the heroes and heroines of current books for children have. And she's looking for signs and stuff like most of the heroes and heroines of books for children do. So they can save the world. It's a bit disturbing ... Read More:
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'I like the collision between different realities', she says, as she prepares two mugs of Irish tea. 'It's exciting at the level of the imagination, because it allows for an expansion of perspectives. For example, you are walking down a real street and you also in a street in your mind that hardly exists.' ( Winterson)
'Villanelle'
Winterson's narratives play with the tension between connnection and rupture. She invests in narratives which 'interrupt' their coherence and sequencing through epigrammatic phrasing , thereby exposing the falsity of linearity, and the way that 'history' tries to impose 'grand narratives' which suppress the anomalous and individual.
Now on to much weightier matters. Winterson takes a much different approach than Atwood. She tells this tale as herself telling her tale retelling a tale. Confusing? No not really. She begins with herself, tells the story of Heracles ad Atlas and then returns to her own life and lessons learnt.
Unlike the Penelopiad, this book Weight is very dark and brooding and leaves one with a feeling of unease as if we missed something, or even that in reading this book, like Pandora, we have opened a box and cannot now close it and will be forever different. Though we are not sure how.
How does Winterson accomplish this? In this deep brooding book she touches something primal inside. Much as Heracles is awoken and bothered by the question "Why? Why? Why?" this question arises and ... Read More:
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Having just finished it, I completely loved Nightwood, being the type of reader that goes heavily for imagery and metaphor, and found it one of the most exciting, fascinating books I've ever read, like the warped love-child of Virginia Woolf and Charlotte Brontë. Challenging, yes, but I found it much more accessible than, say, Ulysses, which I never could get on with. I just let it wash over me. Vital, visual, unique; can only say that I found it breathtaking. I have read modernist writers before, so might be accustomed to oddities, but do not be scared off; it's writing that's alive and wild, and good grief, it's brilliant. I liked the way it takes the imagination into new and strange places, with such energy. This is what I read for.
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The story brings a smile to my soul and the sumptuous illustrations fill me with glee. Totally agree with all these other reviews. Love this book and savour reading it aloud to the kids... over and over.
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