I quite enjoyed the book, but I feel like there’s something on the metaphoric or philosophical level that I’m missing.
First of all, I really loved that there were very few unimportant words in the book at all. It seems like if I wasn’t paying attention, I’d miss something.
Anyway, so she’s a performance artist, contortionist, thing. Her husband dies, she meets (conjures? imagines? becomes?) this other guy for whom she cares deeply because he can connect her to her late husband via the voice, or because something.
anyway, she wants to understand and know him, she figures out that he somehow lives all times at once and transcends the boundaries of time or something, but also really can’t care for himself or communicate, has limitations.
It’s clear that he’s part of her grieving process, and that she learns something about time, moments, and stuff. She becomes him or something like him for her performance.
I’m getting lost, what is this book “about?”