In general I am not a big fan of shorts stories making up a whole book. For me one long and intriguing story is what I’m looking for. I don’t mind novellas, if they are well-written, and have enough context to give me the feeling of just finishing a beautiful piece of literature. Once in awhile I step out of my comfort zone and dig into something I normally probably wouldn’t read. In the case of Georgia I didn’t really have a choice, because the only book I was able to find was One More Year by Sana Krasikov.
The book consists of eight short stories about people who have emigrated. The stories are easy to read, and I read the book in pretty much no time. The stories begin in the middle of something, and once they were done, I felt like the story should continue in the next chapter. Well, there was never a next chapter, but a new short story. Maybe that was the point of these stories, not to start with the beginning and end it with their stories being over. They were just short extracts from these persons’ lives. Maybe the point is to show that life goes on after the Soviet Union, and everyone is just trying to make the best out of their own situation.
Krasikov says she wanted to write stories from the point of view of individuals and their destinies, and show the rootlessness and insecurity these individuals felt after the crash of the Soviet Union. Times are achanging, and the society around us changes at all times. Sometimes it seems like everything has changed in a blink of an eye, and to be honest, it can be true if we are faced with something that feels like larger than life, for example 9/11 for Americans, losing a child or a spouse in a car accident, or the fall of the iron curtain, which is what the people in this book had experienced.
None of the stories really stuck out, and yet again I felt like when I closed the book for the last time it felt like nothing has changed (in me). It didn’t really move me, and I forgot about the book and its characters in, well, the blink of an eye. This makes me sad, because I’d really like to be moved by these stories, really feel them, and empathize, but it just wasn’t there.
I think I might have overdosed on books about being lost, loneliness, looking for love, or lost love. I just need something more, something different from these stories to get that feeling that this is great prose, this is great literature. Let’s face it, while reading the back cover of every single book it is THIS book you have to read. It’s perfect, moving, everybody will love it… Yes, it’s a sales pitch, of course, but it gives me a warm feeling when it hits home, and I feel the same way, and once in awhile it does happen!