||[Jul. 5th, 2007|08:11 pm]
For those who haven't heard of Paulo Coelho; |
1) What kind of rock have you been living under?
2) Go buy a copy of The Alchemist right now, and, if you have a little extra cash, pick up a copy of Eleven Minutes.
For those who have heard of him and have read the book that made him world famous and may have, like me, been a little less than impressed with some of his other stabs at fiction, this one is worth checking out. There is something about the straightforward and almost matter-of-fact but still poetic style of writing that works well with a fable but falls either flat or overly florid in a more contemporary mode of storytelling. This is a book where it works for him again.
Eleven Minutes is almost an erotic fable, and what most impresses me about it, aside from the beauty and emotion of it (and the fact that it's a bit of a panty moistener), is that Coelho manages to tell a metaphysically spiritual story about prostitution without glamorizing or sugarcoating it. I'm not sure how I feel about some of the conclusions come to about S/M, but I think it's got some fascinating things to say about what role sex plays in our culture and its ideas about love and gender.
Pick it up!