This was right up my street. The story of three generations of women living in Latvia under Soviet rule.
I resented the very big note at the front of the book that says although it’s about Latvia it’s also about the women. I mean, that’s true. But I’d like to have come to that conclusion on my own. (It’s like the obnoxious descriptions by paintings in art galleries that tell you what the artwork ‘means’.)
Very raw and powerful on motherhood / daughterhood and the things we do to survive.
Also it’s another lovely chance purchase from my recent trip to Burley Fisher Books.