I really enjoyed the book, The Blood of Flowers by Anita Amirrezvani. This story that takes place in the 17thcentury Persia was powerfully written. The narrator who is never named (in tribute to a tale) struggles to both find herself and survive in a world that doesn’t have a place for women as individuals. A woman is not expected to have anything or be anything without a male relation. When her father dies her world changes to the worse. Amirrevani inter-weaves tales written like and based on spoken aloud ones into the story like the rugs that narrator so admires.
The narrator, who as I mentioned before is not named, realizes in the story that her name will never be put on a rug to be remembered for all time, but that her rug will be remembered and make people happy who have them. This is the story of many women, but the narrator is the rare person who realizes her own significance although people keep suggesting otherwise.
It took the author nine years to write this book and I’m glad she stuck with it. I definitely recommend this book. It is full of the depth, beauty, and contradictions of Iran.