In this short fictional story by the Toronto native, Ambrose Zephyr an advertising agent of some ilk gets married to Zappora (Zipper) Ashkenazi, a part time writer and literary editor of a fashion magazine; they travel extensively together. Unanchored in either time or place, there are abundant non-sequiturs. The tense of many chapters changes and although there is a loose reference to the letters of the alphabet, many made no sense to me. Much of the book does not even consist of proper sentences, and a large portion of it consists of conversations, but there are no quotation marks.
This book won the Commonwealth literary prize, which serves to remind me of the vast chasm between what literary reviewers and many others appreciate and my very limited literary tastes.
For me, the best feature of this book is it’s brevity.
2/10
Thanks, Michelle.
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