Mark Viloria Viloria itibaren Vigodarzere PD, İtalya
Classic case of good ideas drowned by the bad ones and terrible lascivious writing. Like, the over the top descriptions of gore and horror are just so "come look at this dead body I found!" *pokes it with a stick* high-school sort of nonsense. And boy howdy don't start me on how garbage his attempts at representing other cultures are, especially the fucking "Otaku" chapter, where a panicking malnourished idiot weiner is miraculously saved from a zombie horde by finding a sword with his tiny spindly arms. And then is trained by a blind 70 year-old gardener to become the shield of Japan or something? Grorius nippon baka gaijin indeed.
This was given to me years ago and I finally read it. It was a on the heavier side with subject matter but, so worth the read.
Mosby is a poet first and novelist second, which makes her luminous prose jump achingly off the page. Set in 1930s New York and then Paris, she spins an evocative tale of self-discovery and forbidden love under the shadow of war. Hauntingly beautiful.