I have yet to find a family saga from South America that wouldn't be full of rape and violence. And in this particular example there wasn't any plot besides that.
It was a decent book, one of the very few on climate change that actually feel hopeful. I loved the variety of perspectives and interspersing the essays with poems. However, for such a global problem the perspective within is very US-centric. I also kind of expected it to be more actionable than it was.
I really enjoyed this book, the plot was super engaging and the execution was excellent. I loved the underlying moral dilemmas and how it all turned out. I will definitely reach for more of the author's books.
I'm so disappointed by the book, the title and a poem or two I opened it to in the bookstore sounded so promising. But the poems didn't resonate with me at all. Some of them barely even qualify as a poem imo.
I have very mixed feelings about this book. The range of subjects was very interesting, the essays were well-written and decently researched as far as I could tell. However, the tone of the essays (if you read them in order, without the context of the last one) was irritating. It felt like the author was oscillating between white saviourism, hopelessness (in the tone of we tried, it didn't work, we should give up) and some rational portrayal of the situation. Only after reading the last essay it became clear to me that the reason for that were differences of opinion on specific projects and the humanitarian aid overall. If I skipped last chapter, I would have left the book with the impression of the author not understanding colonialism, white saviour complex or hit and run type of aid and that would be a false impression.
It wasn't a bad book but it disappointed me. I don't know what the point of the story was and despite the characters list it was quite hard to follow who is who. The only part I enjoyed was Daniel's mother storyline.