The Olive Reader

This is a nice history of the modern novel in Europe and where it is headed.

Why do English-speaking authors no longer look to continental Europe for inspiration? It may be American and British ignorance. But it may be that continental fiction is no longer interesting enough. This is not a problem of translation, it is a question of history—Do we have new European stories to tell each other?

I just finished Garden, Ashes after meaning to read it for a long time, and it didn’t really work for me. I was disappointed because there is so much hype about it, and everyone who seems to read like I do praised it to the skies. Maybe I should read it again.
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