I should be getting outside, right now. Instead I’m telling you about a few books that if you love Ferrante novels, you can put on your list tout de suite. Something all these books do is move around in time as swimmingly as our minds work. The Lover surges forward and returns again and again to the river crossing. Szabó swirls around an end, adding information of what’s happened in the future all the while it is still yet to come. Do you see? All of these novels are women writing on place and time and memory and politics and even writing and if you haven’t, please do. Read them.
This briefest of lists is in a whimsy of a post over at Bustle.