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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