Söndags-smakbit #14

Bloggen Betraktelser ger oss på söndagar chansen att publicera ett litet smakprov ur en bok vi läser.
Där får du många spännande boktitlar att kika närmare på.

Jag läser denna vecka Open water av Caleb Azumah Nelson , en vackert och känslosamt skriven roman om ung kärlek.
Titeln är länkad till förlaget där du kan läsa mer.

Smakbit sid. 34
“The music drew you all inside. There´s a way to play the drums that makes hips move and feet jump. When one friend asked another what it was like, she said “The ancestors visit us and we let them take over. Maybe the ancestors are always within and you let them emerge. You saw it in the head rising above a curly mane of hair. You saw it in the hopping shoulders, the delicate curve of the spine. You saw it in the sweat pooling in the tiny waves of baby curls, at the bottom of a bunch of braids, nestled in the oiled frizz of natural hair, the rise and the fall of the Black body, no, the Black personhood, moving of its own accord, the beauty in her stamp, the nonchalant cheek on his playful features, the glint of a trumpet cradled by a dark hand in the light, it was like plunging into an ocean, the sticky tar of trauma washed away by the waves.”