All Forms of Art

  I recently gave my ten-year-old daughter a book I remember from my own childhood. She didn't like it, and honestly, it didn't surprise me. I hadn't liked it either when I read it the first time; I was about her age. However, I didn't exactly remember the story, so I decided to pick it up again, almost thirty years later. Going Back The book was Os Olhos de Ana Marta by Portuguese writer Alice Vieira. There isn't really an English edition, so I'll loosely translate the title as Ana Marta's Eyes . I remembered the book as strange and frightening. Even disturbing. What I didn't remember was why. My daughter is an avid reader, and eventually we ran out of books at home that she hadn't already read. So I went to my mother's house and brought back some books from my own childhood. There they were: books I had read when I was roughly her age, books that had survived in my memory for decades. And among them was Ana Marta's Eyes . The funny thi...