How the hell had I never heard of Jon Fosse? Apparently he’s considered the “Beckett of the 21st century.” Thanks to Boxwalla, I read this little gem during the Dewey’s 24-Readathon and it’s like nothing I’d ever read before.
It’s hard to talk about the plot of Morning and Evening because it unravels in such an unusual way that things I thought were true in the first few pages were proven false in the next twenty, and then proven true a few pages later – and on and on. Reading this book is like following a senile old man around, trapped in his thoughts, seeing things the way he does, except, well, I can’t really say much more or you’d go into this book with more information than you should have.
This was a delightful, surprising, melancholy book that is best read with a hot cup of coffee on a cool, drizzling day.