THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY by Elif Shafak

What is it with Mesopotamia in my life lately? The winged creatures from Babylon and Assyrian claytablets seem to waylay me everywhere. Scary! The latter awaited me in Elif Shafak‘s „THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY“.
We had read her „THE ISLAND OF MISSING TREES“ a while ago and liked it a lot (perfect book don’t make for great discussions) and I think this one has stuff to keep us entertained and busy thinking.
NYT says: „Shafak asks us to think of water as not a resource but a companion, to imagine its precious, ancient story. She reminds us that the story of written language, from the counting of cereal crops to the first epic tale of a deluge, was born from the water feeding the harvests of Mesopotamia and used to mold the first cuneiform tablets. She reminds us, powerfully, of the material nature of human thought and culture, the continuity of time and the proximity of our ancestors.“
So I‘d like to invite you to discuss THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY together.