With this magnificent text Nathacha Appanah has never been so close to the poetry that she carries in her work. Great, great literature.
The author of The Tropic of Violence creates an unexpected opening in the gray sky of everyday life. It unveils a world in which the most vulnerable or the strongest among us can climb, sheltered from the blows of life: poetry. Breathtaking.
It's beautiful, extraordinarily delicate
Shrouded in darkness and rare poetry, Nathacha Appanah's new novel is a haunting song that leaves a lasting mark.
There is tale in this novel, a sweetness about pain and perpetual marginality, from which emanates a dreamlike atmosphere.
Nathacha Appanah's intimate and luminous writing questions the inevitability of the transmission of trauma from one generation to another.
Nathacha Appanah does not judge; she looks, writes, describes, heals wounds, gently blows on scars. It is very sweet. Very painful. Very loving, too.
A shimmering and uneasy novel . . . Appanah exposes disconnection, trauma, sadness, but works them delicately into something so very beautiful and strange
Appanah's writing is truly beautiful, shimmering in places, poetic in others
Through lyrical prose, flawlessly translated by Geoffrey Strachan, Appanah unpeels the layers of the family's turmoil