I may come back later and bump this up to 5 stars -- I really enjoyed the story and Winterson's gorgeous writing.Well, describing this one is going to take some doing . . .Set in England, the story jumps back and forth between the 1600s and the 1990s (or thereabouts). We see moments in the lives of various characters: the Dog Woman, a coarse giant of a woman who is continually reforming her murderous ways; Jordan, her son, who she found floating in the Thames; Nicholas Jordan, a naval cadet; as

A very rewarding reading experience!My favorite quote:“The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.”

Jeannette Winterson is one of my all-time favorite writers and I'm constantly recommending this slim book. For what it lacks in girth, the book makes up for in substance. I have never more furiously scribbled passages down in my journal for future reference.The story itself is entertaining enough to merit the book worth a read. The premise is reminiscent of a Brother's Grimm fairy tale - you know, back when fairy tales were sort of dark, creepy, and a little scary, before Disney got its hands on...

"I had sex with a man once: in and out. A soundtrack of grunts and a big sigh at the end" This being the third book I've read by Winterson, I've concluded that she is certainly not the average writer. She's incredibly unique, and there is an oddity in her works. Winterson is definitely an acquired taste, but I've realised she's definitely 'my taste.'This book is set in England, and the story jumps back and forth in time. During this, we meet various characters. I think the dog woman has to be my...

This one went straight over my head.

Painfully pretentious and drowning in a mess of its failed aspirations, it's always a bad thing when an author becomes too fond of the sound of their own voice. Characters, ideas, feelings, and stories are lost under the weight of what I can only presume is Winterson's creative vanity. While arguably intelligent she lacks the poetic ability required to pull off a style like this, using language which distracts and detracts from the world she is struggling to present. A wonderful imagination is c...

I...I don't know what just happened. I think I need to go reread some parts of this book, or at least think it over again because I am so darn confused.But as for what I did understand, there are parts of this book that are bewitching, and then there are parts that drag so much it is as if there is no life in them.This was a vintage twin set, basically I got the book for free along with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The set is called Vintage Monsters. So I guess I'll spend tonight thinking about

Date 15 January 23rd JanuaryTime 19:00 – 20.15Location : The BoxExcerpt from interview with P BryantDetective Munch : Thing is, my literary friend, you got no proof.PB : Proof?Det Munch : Anyone can invent an identity and claim to have read like a zillion books and then post up fake reviews. Anyone. I could pay 15 year olds to do it. PB : Well, so what? That’s the internet for you. Who cares?Det Pembleton : Who cares? Did you hear that John? Who cares? We care. Let me explain a little. This Good...

"People will believe anything. Except, it seems, the truth."I am in awe of Jeanette Winterson's writing. I don't know how else to put it. After The Passion, I honestly thought I could not be more impressed. But I think "Sexing The Cherry" may be even better. I suspect that her short novels should be read again as soon as you have added another one to your repertoire, because there are recurring themes and (fruity) flavours that are definitely part of Winterson's general narrative."Sexing the Che...

possibly my absolute favorite book of all time. I want jeanette winterson to read me a bedtime story every night. I didn't know how much I could worship an author before I read this. It's short but potent, and thoroughly infused with her wit. Please please read it, it's wonderful.

Been wating to read this book for years and finally did it. I've really enjoyed other books by Jeanette Winterson and this was no different. Really enjoyed the writing, the plot and characters

‘Every mapped out journey contains another journey hidden in its lines…’Societal expectations construct hierarchies that have long been exploited for the purposes of power. Sexing the Cherry, the zesty third novel by Jeanette Winterson, takes aim at constructs such as gender, religious society and even linear time and subverts them with a Rabelaisian charm that would make your grandmother blush to examine how upholding these subjective categoricalizations as inherent truths perpetuates oppressiv...

This book feels more like Winterson's love letter to time, its uncertainties and the almost imperceptible irregularities, to the fickle nature of reality and to the ephemerality of truth. It can even be read as a lengthy ode, and I am completely besotted with it.At the crux of the book is the idea that the spacetime we inhabit is a lie we tell ourselves, perhaps even a mirage projected by our thirst for a tangible reality. But reality itself is not static, it is a product of intersections betwee...

An exuberant crazy mess. Winterson is the ringmaster of her own word-circus, so much colour and movement. Loved it.

Once I stood in a museum looking at a "painting" hanging on the wall. It had all the components of a painting: the canvas, lines and squiggles rendered in pencil, the artist's signature, and some blotches of color here and there. I read the review on the little plaque next to it which described what it was made of, its post-modern symbolism, it's meaning. I didn't see that at all.Another time I put on a CD to listen to. It had all the components of "music": instruments, notes, pauses, a musician...

I loved this book. At the level of plot, we read about a gigantic woman who finds a small boy, Jordan, on the banks of the Thames in London in the 17th century. She raises this boy and watches him grow to develop a passion for boats, sailing, and exploring, knowing that she will lose him to his passions, and knowing that he will lose his heart to a woman who will not return his love. At the core of this novel, though, are metaphysical and philosophical explorations--both for us as readers, and a...

I have lost count of the times I've read this book by now, but I first read it as part of a paper on post-war postmodern British literature, and thought and thought and thought about what the wartime experience of PTSD and reliving trauma opened up for people (writers!) in terms of Time and contemplation [insert nod to Kurt Vonnegut here].Jeannette Winterson's idea of Time in this book is what truly makes it: Sexing The Cherry is about the way we do (and do not) experience time: as clock or as...

Sometimes I think I would like to write a letter of thanks to Jeanette Winterson. The letter would go something like this, "Thank you, Ms. Winterson, for being so magical. Thank you for holding on to the play of childhood and mingling it with a breadth of creative intelligence I never knew existed. Thank you for reading as much as you do and for deploying history in new and invigorating ways. Thank you for playing with your narratives, changing your characters into hyperboles of their human selv...

Wonderfully titled and less porny than expected, "Sexting the Cherry" is a brilliant poem-in-prose. It's hilarious; the details are awkward and perfect. The silliness is nicely coated by pathos--something grand is stirring, yet, as Winterson proposes, it is not particularly mentioned."Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle."This oddity could be classified as meta-lit, as alternate history, as a Voltairesque journey into whimsy & poetry...