Narrated by the author (very well), the authorial voice is deceptively simple and clean, articulating complex feelings and intricacies in a matter-of-fact way. It’s ethereal at times, despite feeling like nonfiction or autofiction. There is being present in the past, as well as active reflection outside of time, yet within a vignette, which make up the structure of the novel.

While I was initially a bit put off by the simple prose I came around when it’s clear it’s about memory and mourning, and time becomes malleable. I thought this was often fascinating and moving. It doesn’t overstay it’s welcome and it can be uneven, but I think it’s more than successful; the structural decisions are very smart, in my opinion.