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Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

January 6, 2026 by Classic Leave a Comment

I had started and stopped this one a few times. Not because I did not enjoy it, but honestly because it was a lot to read in one sitting. The word haunting comes to mind as I think about this one along with sorrow and pain. I felt for all of the characters we are introduced to in this one and for the main character we get to know who loves animals and feels nothing but pain at what the locals who live among her […]

“Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it’s plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.”

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, Antonia Lloyd-Jones (translator)

November 14, 2021 by faintingviolet Leave a Comment

The Reading Women Challenge for 2021 (its last year, as it turns out) contains two challenges which surprisingly caused me some consternation – I didn’t have anything in my nearly 600 book deep to read list that was a book written by an Eastern European woman and/or a crime novel or thriller in translation. I spent time on and off all year hunting up a book that could work for both – it had to be out there and the whole point of this is […]

I am already at an age and additionally in a state where I must always wash my feet thoroughly before bed, in the event of having to be removed by an ambulance in the Night.

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

April 9, 2020 by vel veeter Leave a Comment

I hate when I ask myself the question “Who does this remind me of?” and my brain goes right to another person who shares various demographic features with the current writer? Oh, so you’re saying EVERY writer from Japan reminds you of Murakami? Why’s that! No reason I swear! But hear I am fine with it. This is like a Magda Szabo novel that takes place is a Milan Kundera world. It’s a strange and bizarre world in a Polish town on the Czechia border […]

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