Well, it’s been a while between drinks – I’ve been struggling through Upton Sinclairs’ Oil! these past weeks and haven’t had a chance to post anything about other books I’ve read. I chanced by Me Myself and Prague at Borders thinking it was probably just another average travel memoir about the Aussie-girl-who-is-sick-of-her-life-runs-off-to-Europe-where-everything-turns-good, but it’s not. This is a surprisingly fantastic read.
It’s a year in the life of Rachael Weiss, a Sydney-ite with Czech roots, who relocates to Prague so she can produce the next Great Australian Novel and/or fall in love with a Czech man. Well, what she has produced is not the next GAN but it’s an immensely readable tale with humour, wit and it makes Prague seem deliciously appealing with so much more on offer than Charles Bridge, which incidentally, gets a great rap at 4am!
Weiss manages to combine a bit of Czech history, life in Prague today with laugh out loud moments (the Mr Hrabal encounter, driving on a Czech freeway, keeping Stepmother’s floor dry) to deliver a tale that flows impressively
I’m so very much looking forward to visiting Prague!
