Wow, I enjoyed this so much more than Permafrost. This cuts like a KNIFE. So heart-wrenching on motherhood and anti-motherhood, queer love and family, depression/disconnection/general ennui dogging it all. This was so delicious that I immediately want to re-start it and go through with a pen. Seeing lots of ppl complain about how much they hated the narrator and to that I say: god forbid a woman be a bad person and also, I kinda really resonated with her at times so. Do with that what you will. But! I think it’s valuable to have seen that on the page at all. 

Although I will add that at times the turns of phrase literally don’t make sense. Idk if this is a translation thing or part of the fact that Baltasar is a poet and so is perhaps (overly) heavy handed with the metaphors