Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

 

Huh. A pretty straightforward story of revenge, with a moderately unreliable narrator, or a story of utter madness. I'm not sure Ms. Tokarczuk knows, either. The prose has an intentionally archaic vibe, sorta like in Piranesi, but much more deranged. I twigged to what's maybe the big twist about two-thirds through, it wasn't clever when Dame Agatha did it, either. Add an ending where characters behave in ways truer to the author than themselves. Yeah, call me underwhelmed, another novel that doesn't live up to its title.