This morning had been a quiet day full of reading. I have done nothing more strenuous than ponder what’s been going on in the life of characters and nap, ten I get up and read and ponder some more.
Sweetness In The Belly
This morning I finished the last 50 pages of Sweetness in the Belly by Camilla Gibb, about a white woman raised as a Muslim in Morocco and Ethiopia and her subsequent return to London as an adult, which I really enjoyed. I marked several passages that got me to thinking about about life and the similarity and differences between cultures. This one in particular was interesting to me in terms of the way people create and other people accept fictive identities which allow for smooth assimilation over the course of time.
“Once you step inside, history has to be re-written to include you. A fiction develops, a story that weaves you into the social fabric, giving you roots and a local identity. You are assimilated, and in erasing your differences and making you one of their own, the community can maintain belief in its wholeness and purity. After two or three generations, nobody remembers the story is fiction. It has become fact. And that is how history is made.”
Hurry Down Sunshine
I am 120 pages into this advanced copy by Michael Greenberg, and this is turning out to be a fascinating read about how a man handles the sudden onset of bi-polar disorder in his 15 year old daughter. It’s really holding my attention and only 235 pages so I might finish it tonight.