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Started reading Voices from Chernobyl a few days ago. Alexievich was awarded a Nobel Prize for it. I'm a little torn by the first 50 pages that I've gotten through. On the one hand, it's gut wrenching to read individual accounts of suffering through Chernobyl. On the other hand, it's a series of quotes, some 10 pages long, others only a sentence or two, and nothing more (at least so far). I'm not sure what to make of that. If there's a narrative that's being built, I haven't discovered it yet. Does it even count as literature if the "author" is just compiling interviews? Isn't that more of an editor? I'm going to keep reading and try to reserve judgement, but so far, I think the Nobel is a stretch.