I’ve very little time to sit down and read these days, so reading has slowed down to a trickle.
But there’s a book I’ve wanted to talk about for a long time: Bel Canto, by Ann Patchett, winner of the Pen Faulkner Award and the Orange Prize, and a finalist of the National Book Critics Circle Award.
I’ve always loved the beauty and rhythm of the written language, but only seen it sustained over the length of a novel by very few writers. To see it combined with a heartbreaking, perceptive, human tale sensitively told is a still rarer treat, and in Bel Canto Patchett manages just that. To top it all, it is accessible and easy to read, unlike some beautiful books which took me the longest time to get into.
Bel Canto means a beautiful song, or, fine singing. The book is true to its name, both in its structure, its characters, and the writing.
I’m Ann Patchett’s latest fan, right behind the millions who’ve loved her books over the past decade.
If you need an absorbing read that would fill you with beauty and magic, and have not read Bel Canto yet, you know what to do.