It looks at the idea that we are all years in the making long before we’re born, and ponders the notion that our stories begin way before us in faraway lands, and in communities and countries about which we may never know. RELATED: Review: The Bookshop - Penelope FitzgeraldĪnd while the themes of the novel are wide and varied, at its heart Middlesex is a book about people, and what it is that makes us human. It spans almost a century and traces the Stephanides family from battle-torn Greece and Turkey in the 1920s, across an Atlantic voyage, from the street corners of Detroit, through World War II, and out to the suburban haven of Grosse Pointe, Michigan, and offers its readers a rich and complex family drama, straddling multiple generations and exploring everything from incest to immigration to family secrets and what life was like in twentieth-century America. Middlesex Book ReviewĪ tale that’s about as different from The Virgin Suicides as it could possibly get, Middlesex is a story of epic proportions that tells the tale of Calliope – a character who was born intersex and raised as a girl – but who, during their adolescence becomes Cal. And so read it, I did, over one very, very wet week in Byron, during which the sky remained low and looming and grey, and I spent much of the week curled up on the sofa, candles flickering, tea in hand, as I lost myself in Eugenides much-loved modern classic. Over the years I’ve collected a handful of copies, and when I headed to Byron with a friend in November, I took it, promising I wouldn’t return to Bondi with a single page unread. One such book I did manage to tick of the list – and one that had been on my ever-growing reading pile ever since I first read Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Virgin Suicides when I lived in Los Angeles – was the author’s second book, and winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize, Middlesex. Alas, I wasn’t, and while I read just shy of 90 books in total, as I often lament, I wish I had been more particular in selecting the books I chose to read. It was something of an ambitious list – but one that I should – and could – have finished, had I been more diligent in my reading. Towards the end of 2022, I looked at a list I had made last January of all the books I wanted to finish before the year was out.
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