Finished reading Swing Time today. Took my time over the final stretch of the novel and was glad I did. The ending proved a bit flat, but that was in keeping with the unnamed narrator herself, I suppose, and her lack of agency. I glanced at a few reviews today and noted some criticism of the West African scenes, which surprised me. I liked the range of the story, the way it opened up from the narrowness of the childhood in London.
I suppose I did get a bit irritated at the inability of the narrator to settle into any kind of lasting relationship. Bit overly-choosy, I thought; a bit head-in-the-clouds. But I suppose I would think that way.
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