Kkhush

This book is a quick read. I liked it in parts. I know nothing about this writer except for this memoir. Although I have not liked the writing, I find him consistent in his style. It does not become more interesting or boring. As the book unfolds, I often feel like walking in long, heigh-ceiling corridors of a house with a garden. A household where everything is smooth and functional in the best possible way, but devoid of home-like feeling - what in German is called 'gemütlichkeit.' Often in the book, there are sections where he talks about his sister and mother, for instance. As a reader, I would like to know more details about them. As the interest in them builds up, the memoirist moves to other episodes of his life. I am also intrigued by the depiction of his mother, and how strongly she wanted him not to be a writer. Perhaps, this had worked in his favor. We want to pursue forbidden things with fervor and rigor. The best section of the memo...