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What to read after Diana Abu-Jaber’s tale of a conflicted fat kid.

By **Diana Abu-Jaber**

abu_jaber_author-100.jpgI’m interested in the possibilities and limits of narrative voice these days, especially concerning authors that are able to extend voice-driven stories beyond the traditional confines of short pieces. The following titles are each very different sorts of works, but each has a powerfully unique voice driving its story line.

Blood, Bones, and Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton:

This “food memoir” was written by a professional chef and her narrative voice is unflinching, bold, even defiant at times. I love her ruthless honesty in all things—especially when examining her own motives and her powerful drive to create a rich life of artistic expression. If you enjoy this book, I’d also recommend Kitchen Confidential and Tender at the Bone.

Super Sad True Love Story by Gary Shteyngart:

A frantic, satirical, dystopian tale that recalled Humbert Humbert’s withering intelligence and descriptive narrative waterfalls. There is wordplay and texting and imaginative, despairing visions of the future, all intertwined with a torturous, anti-love-love story. If you enjoy this one, you might also like Lolita.

Emma by Jane Austen:

This is a genteel comedy of manners but it’s also a fascinating study of character motivation. There’s a continuous tension between the narrative voice and Emma’s own thought process. She’s coddled, precious, and overbearing, and the narrator allows—in the softest possible tones—the protagonist to expose and humiliate herself. If you like Emma, I think you’ll also like Jane Eyre.

Copyright 2011 Diana Abu-Jaber

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