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After When She Woke, which went downhill but was still decent, I stayed with the feminist theme and listened to Red Clocks by Leni Zumas. Red Clocks was everything I hate in so-called literary fiction: pretentious poppycock dressed up in fancy prose and icky imagery.
The four POV characters are referred to by labels--the biographer, the mender, the daughter, the wife--in their respective chapters (but by names in the other chapters), which is pointlessly annoying. They're all intertwined in a near-future world in which the U.S. has adopted a "personhood" amendment, conferring full legal rights on the unborn. Interesting concept to explore, but horribly executed.
It's only my stubborn streak about finishing a book that got me through this one. I HATED it.
I had planned to listen to The Power by Naomi Alderman next, but I'm rethinking that, since the same reviews that praised Red Clocks praised The Power, and I don't think I can face any more literary claptrap.
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