Söndags-smakbit # 35
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 My cleaner av Maggie Gee som berättar historien om en neurotisk snobbig engelsk kvinna och hennes före-detta städhjälp från Uganda.
Jag har länkat titeln till GoodReads där du kan läsa mer om boken.
smakbit sid. 68
” All the English seem ill in the head. They stand in queues, frowning and worrying, touching all their bags to be sure they are still there, and when they talk, it is almost a whisper. They keep saying Sorry or Excuse me, and if you look at them, their eyes dart away. They stream into the underground, eyes down, like ants.”
“I cleaned up other people´s mess. Hair-balls, chewing-gum, pellets of snot. Sperm-stiffened towels, cigarette butts, blood. Baby sick, nappies, sanitary towels.Every kind of dirt was my business. In London, Paris, Tripoli, all the rich cities where I have cleaned, I found what? I found dust, and mud, and insects. All of the houses were stuffed with things, mirrors, pictures, toys, and the dust was grey, mostly white peoples dust. It came from their skins, their hands, their heads. “