Vid Grand Central Station där satt jag och grät (Hardcover, Swedish language, 1988, Författarförlaget)
142 s., 142 sidor
På Swedish
Publicerades 1988 av Författarförlaget.
It was tough to write the review, because I was simply emotionally touched and overwhelmed. How do you write something that allow the reader to get a feel for that? Elizabeth Smart managed it with her words.
Falling in love, as presented through a never-ending barrage of feverish metaphors, similes and allegories. Curiously, I'm not sure any of them are bad; you could probably read this book a hundred times and get stuck on different phrases every time. But as a whole, it's more exhausting than entrancing trying to penetrate (eh) this mass of words to get at anything beneath it.
Falling in love, as presented through a never-ending barrage of feverish metaphors, similes and allegories. Curiously, I'm not sure any of them are bad; you could probably read this book a hundred times and get stuck on different phrases every time. But as a whole, it's more exhausting than entrancing trying to penetrate (eh) this mass of words to get at anything beneath it.
