Global Reading Challenge to finish. I have read & reviewed eleven out of fourteen books, and I brought two with me to our cottage.
So right now I am in Peru in the 1950s. Seen from my Scandinavian perspective, the fifties were the quiet, cosy time that we tend to call ´the good old days´. Perhaps it was not quite like that in other parts of the world?
“The boy had been both hung and impaled on the old carob tree. His position was so absurd that he looked more like a scarecrow or a broken marionette than a corpse. Before or after they killed him, they slashed him to ribbons: his nose and mouth were split open; his face was a crazy map of dried blood, bruises, cuts, and cigarette burns.”
The book in questions is Mario Vargas Llosa´s “Who Killed Palomino Molero?”, and I think I ought to tell you that apart from the very first page, the writer does not seem to revel in graphic violence. I have read one third of the rather short novel which I plan to review in a few days.
Tomorrow´s blogpost will be about cosy mystery, though.