“Canto jo i la muntanya balla”, by Irene Solà. The title roughly translates to “I sing and the mountain dances”. Maybe not the first novel to come to mind when talking about Catalan literature, but it is easily on the top 3 of my favourite books ever. Sadly, I think it has only been translated into Spanish but, for me, it radically changed the way in which I thought stories could be told. The way she describes the natural world and passage of time, so carefree, so strict yet so beautiful. There is no easy way to describe the book, is such an unique experience that everything I could say would not bring justice to the sheer beauty of the writing. Truly an excellent work.
“Canto jo i la muntanya balla”, by Irene Solà. The title roughly translates to “I sing and the mountain dances”. Maybe not the first novel to come to mind when talking about Catalan literature, but it is easily on the top 3 of my favourite books ever. Sadly, I think it has only been translated into Spanish but, for me, it radically changed the way in which I thought stories could be told. The way she describes the natural world and passage of time, so carefree, so strict yet so beautiful. There is no easy way to describe the book, is such an unique experience that everything I could say would not bring justice to the sheer beauty of the writing. Truly an excellent work.