Between Here and April

Just finished Between Here and April, the first novel by Deborah Copaken Kogan, whose Shutterbabe I loved long ago. A quick read (I haven’t been able to read anything real for months – basically just magazines and very light fiction- my concentration seems to be shot) and interesting, dark but also hopeful. Mostly I just really like Copaken Kogan’s voice, it feels like talking to a friend. A couple of passages:

With all of its invisible frustrations and sacrifices, motherhood was also a remarkable mosaic-in-progress, with such moments, like handmade tiles, painstakingly inlaid: up close, just a jumble of colors, haphazardly placed in no particular order; from ten feet back, so beautiful you could cry.

“It is funny, the way life turns out, no?” Now he was kissing my cheek. The curl of my ear.
“No. It’s not funny, Renzo.” Tears began to form again at the corner of my eyes. “It’s not funny at all.”
“Oh, mon Eliza. You cannot have one without the other. The comedy without the tragedy. You should know this by now.”


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One Comment

  1. nicky
    Posted August 28, 2012 at 2:53 am | Permalink

    With all of its invisible frustrations and sacrifices, motherhood was also a remarkable mosaic-in-progress, with such moments, like handmade tiles, painstakingly inlaid: up close, just a jumble of colors, haphazardly placed in no particular order; from ten feet back, so beautiful you could cry.

    jumped out at me too when I read the book, which must have been one the first book I ever read in this genre (I loved it). Changing the beginning of the sentnce (I am not a mother (yet)) I am thinking of using it for a tattoo. Thanks for reminding me of the title of the book and the motherhood part.
    Have a wonderful day!