Becoming Jane Eyre, her 10th book, is new in booktores.
A few days ago I asked her what she was reading. Her reply:
I recently read J.M. Coetzee's Summertime. It is such a remarkably honest and very funny book, a sort of faux-memoir which at the same time contains a great deal of truth. Coetzee writes of himself in the third person (he is supposed to be dead in this book) and a biographer interviews five people, four of them women who tell him about the writer, Coetzee. Their comments are often remarkably unflattering, but contain, we sense, in a wonderfully playful and imaginative way, some truth. Through these comments, too, I think we understand some of Coetzee's great books like Disgrace better. This is the third book in the trilogy of Memoir the first two books being Boyhood and Youth and I enjoyed all three volumes immensely always for their daring honesty, their humour, and their structural brilliance.Visit Sheila Kohler's website.