I was visiting my Swedish friends over at Bokhora, and I came across this post that mentioned authors Lionel Shriver and Jonathan Safran Foer. Intrigued, I dumped the text into my favorite Swedish-English translator (if anyone knows of a better one, please let me know). The translation offered:
Over a dish Italian buttocks spits Lionel Shriver the death in the face. It is when she faces herself me and says “Jonathan Safran Foer is the world’s most overestimated authors”. Of course knows Shriver not to Bokhoras eroticism (at least face) to him, she replies only hugely spontaneously on our question about the world’s most overestimated authors.
- I have may consult that “Everything ice illuminated” will last very better than “Extremely Loud wild duck Incredibly Close”, but I do not cope with actually of the child in the book. Everything is so cute.
Oscar are not easy loved, as lillgamla children in the literature seldom is. I love however other things in the book, for example the puzzle pieces with the grandfather’s visits in the paper trade, for it book inaugurated. And I find it very captivating that someone that I likes to sow a lot that I likes Shriver, does not like my favourite book.
Hursomhelst: my reaction? I nodded formally and mumbled “How occupying travel things!”.
I abandoned Shriver’s last book, The Post-Birthday World, 50 pages in. So there.