THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS by J.M. Coetzee (2013)
This is an odd and frustrating novel.
Calling a book The Childhood of Jesus and then not referring once to Jesus by name is perverse to say the least. 411 more words
Since it’s officially summer and a friend from South Africa has been visiting, I’ve dragged myself out of the writing cave—and been bombarded with serendipity. A trip up the mountain, a mistyped internet search, an article found on the bottom of my to-read pile, all brought me a piece of literary esoterica. 928 more words