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Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

brisingr's review against another edition

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5.0

Watched the theatre adaptation directed by Simon McBurney, and my friend was very excited, as Complicité is famous for its staging. I was not disappointed, this was one of the most spectacular theatre experiences of my life, and so much of the tension in the story worked so well on a stage, with the decisions made, and every actor was pure joy. If you get the chance to see this, as it is currently touring the UK, I would highly recommend it - and I will return asap to this review, as I now want to read the book as well.

jpwilliams's review

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challenging dark emotional funny mysterious slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.75

lolly______'s review

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challenging emotional mysterious medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

3.5

it was an interesting mix of fairy tale and murder mystery. i loved the way the mc talked about the universe and astrology. it felt like we could understand the mcs frustrations in not being heard and only being thought of as a crazy old woman.

candlereader's review against another edition

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4.0

Atmospheric and offbeat.

adelina_alexandru's review against another edition

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4.0

"Trebuie să doară, tot astfel cum râul trebuie să curgă și focul să ardă."

mitskacir's review against another edition

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3.0

Some reviews called this a “cozy thriller”, but I didn’t find it much of either. It’s the story of an older single woman who is a bit eccentric living in a remote Polish town, but her life is slow, lonely, and plagued by chronic pain. It is occasionally punctuated by pleasant interactions with neighbors. Some murders happen, but for the most part don’t impact her day to day and somehow fall into the background of the story. It’s much more of a quiet, reflective novel about aging, animal rights, and having our voices heard. It was certainly interesting and well written, and several quips made me laugh out loud, but it wasn’t as gripping of a page turner as I’d have hoped.

korol_rezni's review against another edition

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slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Plot
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

2.5

defensebread's review against another edition

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medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

nietlauramaarmaura's review against another edition

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5.0

Actually cried at the end, love love love this book

sidharthvardhan's review

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3.0

*winner of Nobel prize*

There can be spoilers in here for it is supposed to be a whodunit, though the whodunit is so painfully that calling it a whodunit seems to be a crime against humanity.

This book employs a theme that is close to me and seems to be explored more and more often by writers worldwide - that of cruelty towards animals and how it has become ingrained in our lifestyle and how little a thought we spare to it. ‘Black Beauty’ is the first novel I remember that explores this theme and you could see it reflected in a lot of works of Coetzee (specifically ‘Elizabeth Costello’) and most recently Han Kang’s ‘The Vegetarian’ (Elizabeth Costello looks at it in more logical way, while The Vegetarian is all pathos). Much of what haunts these authors can be summed up in a single quote from Theodor W. Adorno "Auschwitz begins wherever someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: they're only animals.'" (BTW a much similar comparison attracted a lot of criticism for Elizabeth Costello).

You could be critical of such sentimentality toward animals after all as Costello points out even the animal lovers are all about wildlife - the tigers, polar bears etc and even on off chance you are vegetarian because you don't like the idea of animals dying to be on your dining table, you would still take millions of lives by doing pest control at your home (that is an argument from Elizabeth Costello).

In some African tribes, they pray for the animal they have just killed to eat - we can’t exist without violence but at least they spare a thought for their victims.

Anyway, people do show such kind of compassion for animals. And to some, their pets are really like their children. And if someone kills the pet you raised like your child, won’t you be moved to seek justice? But in this case, the courts won’t care for you. So then vengeance? That is the case with the narrator here.

From very early on, you can see the narrator, an elderly lady who lives alone and watches weather forecast all day is no reliable source of information, She talks about horoscopes a lot and that is one of her many eccentricities, I mean look at her attitude toward names:

“I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t like it. Those names didn’t suit this Dog, considering her personal history. Something else would have to be thought up for her instead.
What a lack of imagination it is to have official first names and surnames. No one ever remembers them, they’re so divorced from the Person, and so banal that they don’t remind us of them at all. What’s more, each generation has its own trends, and suddenly everyone’s called Magdalena, Patryk or – God forbid – Janina. That’s why I try my best never to use first names and surnames, but prefer epithets that come to mind of their own accord the first time I see a Person. I’m sure this is the right way to use language, rather than tossing about words stripped of all meaning.”


and she is not the only eccentric character in there. About her neighbor:

“It’s hard work talking to some people, most often males. I have a Theory about it. With age, many men come down with testosterone autism, the symptoms of which are a gradual decline in social intelligence and capacity for interpersonal communication, as well as a reduced ability to formulate thoughts. The Person beset by this Ailment becomes taciturn and appears to be lost in contemplation. He develops an interest in various Tools and machinery, and he’s drawn to the Second World War and the biographies of famous people, mainly politicians and villains. His capacity to read novels almost entirely vanishes; testosterone autism disturbs the character’s psychological understanding.”


And her theory of genetics:

“I was working in my garden patch, testing one of my Theories. I think I can find proof for the fact that we inherit phenotypes, which flies in the face of modern genetics. I had noticed that certain acquired features make irregular appearances in subsequent generations. So three years ago I set about repeating Mendel’s experiment with sweet peas; I am now in the middle of it. I notched the petals of the flowers, through five generations in a row (two a year), and then checked to see if the seeds would produce flowers with damaged petals. I must say that the results of this experiment were looking very encouraging.”



But despite everything, the novel just never catches the spark. To be honest, she seemed to be making it on-the-go, as if it was serialized in some magazine or created for an on-the-spot contest and, though it was not long, it felt long.

The little that is good shows in observations about humanity made by the narrator.