The reason I picked up Hunting Unicorns is that it reminded me of Ruth Ozeki for some weird reason. Interestingly enough, inside the back cover is an ad for a Ruth Ozeki book. I have a fascination with contemporary British writing. Look at my list of favorite writers, and the number of UK folks should stand out.
Bella Pollen’s foray was a quick read for me. Two days of reading that would have been finished in one if I weren’t hanging out with friends.
Culturally, I find myself best able to identify with books that crash cross-cultural and identity issues straight into each other. What can I say, I am fascinated by anything that may bring me closer to some internal revelation.
That is certainly ground covered here. The main characters are pushed into an awkward romance and the awkward terms of their own cultural identities. Some folks love celebrity gossip, but I eat this stuff up.
Without selling out the book too much, I’d like to point out my favorite writing device in this book. The story is revealed by two narrators, which is not strange, but one of those is dead. This is not some mythical sci-fi twist or even spiritual aspect of the plot, rather just a matter of fact. The post-mortem witticisms of tht extremely flawed narrator are spectacular.
In the end, it certainly gives me some new thoughts on the role of narrator in the story.