One thing that has really stuck out at me while reading The Tiger's Wife is the power of the unknown and its effect on people. In Chapter 2, Natalia becomes frustrated when she fails to persuade one of the diggers, Duré, to allow her to treat his children for illness.
In a novel set in an unnamed, war-ravaged Balkan country where the souls of the dead linger on earth for 40 days to "rummage through drawers and peer inside cupboards," there's going to be much that's strange, exotic and foreign.
I feel eerily connected to the story of The Tiger's Wife and I'll share that reason in a moment. This richly woven story explores the complex relationship between a grandfather and granddaughter, a fascinating line of consanguinity that has gone mostly unexplored in mainstream fiction until now.
The Creative Writing MFA is the singularly most devastating occurrence to hit literature in the 20th century, churning out writers of utterly indistinguishable competence. I'm referring to the news that the Orange Prize has been won by Tea Obreht.