So I think I like female authors more than the typical male does. Not chick-lit, Dating Big Bird notwithstanding. Female authors have a tendency to write about normalcy, though - things that could happen in unremarkable lives. Or at least have a way of making things feel normal, no matter how strange. I like that.
This book, although it has an actual plot, feels like the recording of a few years of regular lives. And that's cool. I don't know how Doerr did it, making it all feel so normal, especially since there's a very strange death that unfolds, but she did.
And now she's dead. Which just goes to show you.
American Book Award-winner (Stones for Ibarra) Doerr examines the lives of a group of American expatriates recently settled in Mexico. With an unfailingly true ear, eye, and voice, Doerr captures the most complex and moving details of Americans in a foreign land.
'In her customary crystalline prose, Harriet Doerr examines the lives of four North American expatriates in a small Mexican village of a thousand souls. Set on the barren mesa of Amapolas, we see the newcomers settling in their adobe houses and gradually adjusting to an environment of excesses - hot sun, torrential downpour, sweeping landscapes, and a vastness of untouched nature - and watch as each is drawn into the aura of this land and changed.'
Expatriates settle in a Mexican village for a time. Though they seem to try, they do not join in the life of the people--mostly observe the life around them. It is interesting to see the life (and the memories of their pasts) through their eyes. I enjoyed the book.
Interesting, well written.