It was my second book by Deborah Levy, after reading The Cost of Living. I wanted to read more of her works. The Black Vodka is a collection of ten short stories about love, relationships, and life.
I wanted to like this book since I loved her living autobiography. But for some reason, the stories didn’t stick with me, except the first one. The first story sets the tone of the book. It is also where the book gets its name. But it’s only because of the characters and not the story.
I would still be looking forward to reading the author’s other works. Her living autobiography stood out to me exceptionally, and it’s something I look forward to rereading later sometime.