Questions I thought about.
Why is this story set in Southern Spain And what s the connection of the location to the title of the book When I think of Southern Spain, I think of gorgeous beaches, bright blue skies, fluffy flamingo dresses, sangrias, and many vibrant cheerful healthy people When I think of Hot Milk I think of a young child I think about a warm white soothing drink before bedtime.
and sleeping and dreaming Our main characters are not vibrant, cheerful, or healthy of sound mind and or body Turmoil cloud the skies the beaches and their thoughts There is an undercurrent theme of paralysis in this kaleidoscopic story Many alluring descriptionsdreamlike and symbolic trappings I was able to link the connection between the location of Spain and the title Hot Milk but I had to kee I just didn t really get this one Nice writing, but the story was all over the place and the dialogue was unnatural.
A Young Anthropologist, Has Spent Much Of Her Life Trying To Solve The Mystery Of Her Mother S Unexplainable Illness She S Frustrated With Rose And Her Constant Complaints But Utterly Relieved To Be Called To Abandon Her Own Disappointing Fledgling Adult Life She And Rose Travel To The Searing, Arid Coast Of Southern Spain To See A Famous Consultant, Dr Gomez Their Very Last Chance In The Hope That He Might Cure Rose S Unpredictable Limb Paralysis, But Dr Gomez Has Strange Methods That [ Pdf Hot Milk Ê cities PDF ] by Deborah Levy Å Seem To Have Little To Do With Physical Medicine, And As The Treatment Progresses, Rose S Illness Becomes Increasingly Baffling Sofia S Role As Detective Tracking Rose S Symptoms In An Attempt To Find The Secret Motivation For Her Pain Deepens As She Discovers Her Own Desires In This Transient Desert Community A marbled white dome, its creamy walls veined with blue minerals, is the place of last resort for a mother daughter pair looking for answers It is a posh medical clinic set in an artificial oasis of flowers in the area of Andalusia, Spain There are smaller yellowed domes also dotting the nearby Spanish desert, and inside them work migrants slaves, really who toil inside the geodesic greenhouses to bring about fruit where there should be none.
This dreamlike story is dotted with blatant symbolism throughout It is as bold in its flaunting of mother s milk, the stars of the Milky Way, and the mythological pathos of the Greek family as the tale s protagonist is lacking in any boldness whatsoever Sofia is a milquetoast, a submissive servant to her 67 year old mother who suffers from a yet to be diagnosed condition that numbs and paralyses her feet.
We learn th î Hot Milk î Mothering, or lack of it, is at the heart of this eccentric, breast laden book Breasts everywhere, this is a bosomy paradise that features white, blue veined marble domed buildings, the tell tale wet shirt of a nursing mother, a woman selling melons by the road, an entire scene that plays out with our heroine Sofia accidentally and unknowingly topless, and even the book s apt title The female form is everywhere, reminding Sofia of the mothering she missed out on The chesty symbolism protrudes from every other page.
It s understandable that Sofia feels un nurtured She s the spineless daughter of Rose, a narcissistic career invalid whose legs work intermittently, as if by whim Sofia has abandoned her PhD anthropology degree and pretty A haunting, enigmatic and dreamlike story analysing a daughter s relationship with her mother and the damage they inflict on one another On the surface not much happens Sofia accompanies her mother Rose to a desert beach resort in Spain where they attend a local clinic to find the mysterious ailment that prevents her mother walking, and has various affairs interspersed with a visit to her Greek father and his new family The surface story is insignificant but full of symbolic resonances Like Ali Smith, Levy is very perceptive at identifying connections, and her characters are fully realised, and she fully inhabits their psychological dilemmas I am struggling to convey what is great about this book and why I OkayyyThis book is really strange, the setting is beautiful and transports you to another ethereal place however the story feels fragmented almost as if Sophie is living in a deamlike trance removed from reality, the most perplexing thing is the dialogue The stilted conversations the unusual randomness of the questions, it s like everyone is infected by the same tap water or something which makes everyone act so strangely or perhaps the scorching Mediterranean sun is to blame None of the situations felt real or believable but this book has an uncanny ability to draw you in and it s almost hypnotic you can t look away I found Sophie the most strange she has this childlike quality despite her academic credentials The codependent relationship between mother daughter is the main theme, and the ties that bind Sophie with her mother who is quite a ball and chain dragging Sophie through

Sophia is twenty five years old and possesses the dark Mediterranean looks of her Greek father She s clever too in the academic sense, at least having completed a master s degree in Anthropology She s currently working in a London coffee shop whilst struggling to finish her doctoral thesis So a trip to southern Spain to accompany her mother, who is seeking a cure for a mystery debilitating illness, seems like just the ticket Whilst there, she swims and fetches water always the wrong water for her mother The rest of the time she spends studying her mother s symptoms, looking for clues to unlock the mystery of her inability to use her legs We are introduced to some interesting characters the unorthodox Dr Gomez and lifeguard Juan, who is r Despite the multiple negative reviews on this one, including the New York Times review that describes this novel as wanting in narrative, I really loved this book It just goes to show you that not every book is for every reader, and that we all look for different things when we read I thought when I liked it and others didn t that it didn t have a shot for the Man Booker prize, but the day after I finished it, it was named to the shortlist for 2016 I am overflowing like coffee leaking from a paper cup I wonder, shall I make myself smaller Do I have enough space on Earth to make myself less I have read Deborah Levy before, but this is by far my favorite of hers In the past I felt her playwright bent would sometimes dictate how she told a story, as if she was visualizing it in a staging sort of way In this novel, the characters have rich and compl I ve written a lot of book reviews recently in which alcohol had a leading role It was unavoidable I d been reading the works of Fran ois Rabelais and Flann O Brien, both of whom favour situations where quantities of beer and wine are consumed Goodreaders who follow my reviews may have had enough of such alcoholic ramblings so I thought I d write about Hot Milk today for a change Not that I expect to find many goodreaders who like Hot Milk Is there anyone who really finds Hot Milk palatable unless it has chocolate powder mixed in The Hot Milk I remember from childhood had no chocolate powder added What it did have was a skin floating on top and I always considered that skin to be something quite horrible The idea that the skin might touch my mouth was unbearable to contemplate My mother used to stir the milk and break up the skin but I still knew it was there and was certain I would

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