Silk. 


Alessandro Baricco's Silk is a haiku dressed as a novel. A Frenchman, Herve Joncour, travels to Japan in 1861 and returns with silkworm eggs and the memory of a woman with wide, non-Oriental eyes and the face of a young girl. It is short, and leaves a tingling in the mouth, like the gentle bite of green tea.

I really needed to read something else after escaping into Paula Volsky's The Grand Ellipse. Jules Verne, meet Georgette Heyer. There's adventure, romance, magic, tongue-twisting place names, cute guys, spies, war, and the kind of heroine usually described as "plucky." Luzelle Devaire already has a place in my favorite fictional gal list. There's also Y.T., the thrasher messenger from Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash; Felice Landry, the manic-depressive lesbian telekinetic from Julian May's Saga of Pliocene Exile; Marjorie Westriding Yrarier from Sheri Tepper's Grass; and Menolly from Anne McCaffrey's Harper Hall Trilogy, a sentimental favorite from childhood.



This is the cover of the edition I have - a reprint from 1979.  

Posted: Monday - December 01, 2003 at 08:41 AM