Ever since reading “We Need to Talk About Kevin”, Lionel Shriver has been on my go-to author whenever I feel like having my ideas and opinions turned upside down. She has an innate ability to take taboo subjects that people often shy away from and rub their faces in it. She treats her readers as an etch-a-sketch, imprinted with their experiences and then shakes them with her words, leaving them a blank slate to be re-written on. “The New Republic” received scathing reviews from a lot of people, but I enjoyed it. Sure there were some characters I felt could have been left out, but the very idea driving the novel was what kept me turning the pages. A satire on terrorism, this is not for the faint of heart. She puts a social commentary on terrorism. While most people see the act of terrorism itself, Shriver makes you a witness to the dealings in the background. Dark, politically eye-opening, “The New Republic” will make you question your very trust in elected officials, the media and how it spins world events. For my full review, click here.
“In comes Edgar Kellogg. A former fat boy and lawyer turned freelance journalist, looking to escape his second string complex and finally get his big break. Much to his chagrin, he is charged with finding out was happened to his predecessor, Barrington Sadler, who disappeared while reporting on the SOB (Os Soldado Ousados de Barba) who claim international bombing. When Kellogg arrives, his complex comes back with full force as he finds that everyone cannot stop talking about the infamous Barrington Sadler. It isn’t long before Edgar realizes there is more to Saddler than all rumours his fellow Rat Pack spew. Bombings, international recognition and effect on local policy increase, and soon it isn’t long before things begin to spiral.”