Saturday, January 20, 2007

#4



A delicious meditation on what it means to see, to perceive, to live. When a miniaturist is murdered and thrown into a well, his whole workshop is cast under suspicion. We get bits and pieces from a variety of strange and wonderful narrators, including the victim, a coin, a dog, a tree. Slowly the mystery unravels like a worn prayer rug. A great novel to inhabit for a few days, a masterful portrayal of the manner in which civilizations compete against and influence each other at the same time. I was sad to finish it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And, killer closing sentence, right? I loved that book.

Emily

geoff said...

Thanks for the recommendation--I read about it on your LJ!