A History of Love by Nicole Krauss
I’ve gotten behind on my posts, but not my reading. This book has been hovering on my list for a while, and I bumped it up to the top on a recommendation from several fellow Bluestockingers. So glad I did! I’ve serendipitously read several books recently that were set in New York City – not just set in the city, but bring it to life as a central character, and, as a new New Yorker, I’ve been thrilled by that tremendously.
In this particular book, I also enjoyed the intertwined narratives in which time frames and identities were sometimes unclear, but in an intriguing way rather than a confusing or frustrating way. For some reason, I expected the book’s title to refer to romantic love, but I found it to really be a more expansive meditation on love – the love between families, between parents and children, between lifelong friends, and these are sometimes more true love than boy-girl love, aren’t they?
I loved this book! Definitely one I would read again.