Review: Deborah Rodriguez’ “The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul”
I only read this one because it was urged upon me three times in one day and then left for me in the mail tray. Summary: a perceptive piece of war-zone fluff, if such a genre exists. Sunny owns the café, she has a rich blonde stooge of a friend Candace, a tough-as-nails British journo (OMG, she uses words like “shag”! how quaint!) Isabel, an Aghani house mother Halajan, and fleeing-stolen-pregnant “country bumpkin” Yazmina. There’s charming tales of food and customs and clashes between tradition and modernity, amid romance and terrorist attacks. Aw shucks. But really, not a bad book, good to read of ex-patting NOT from a white/upper-middle class/NGO background, and reminds me how glad I am not to be a piece of war-zoning fluff any longer. I’d actually recommend it.
Where it came from: JI’s Bookshelf via ED
Time and manner of reading: Book, bed, park and hairdresser reads
Where it went: Home
Reminds me of/that: How nice it is not to see machine guns several times a day
Who I’d recommend it to: Those on the look-out for politically informed light reads
Also reading: Rabbit #4; How to Read a Poem by Edward Hirsch; The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon; Being Alive edited by Neil Astley; Delaunay by Hajo Duchting