29 October 2010

if you love nineteenth-century novels of adultery, and who doesn't

. . . with their endemic atmosphere of jittery ennui, along with blackmail, sexual politics, class warfare, and oh so much more, then you need to get this book by the great Eca de Queiroz, who would be much better known if he didn't write in the comparative obscurity of Portuguese.

As a public service, I repeat my pronunciation guide to the author's name: AY – sa duh kay – ROYZH. Do that with a slight backward roll on the “R” and you’re close enough.

2 comments:

John Marcher said...

The timing of this recommendation is rather suspect- or am I just that self-absorbed?

pjwv said...

It's a coincidence. Though of course some people think there is no such thing as coincidence. . .