This was really good. In the middle of reading it I looked up the author’s throat singing on Spotify, and enjoyed adding that to the experience.

I did not fully understand what I read. I’m not sure how connected this is to indigenous stories and how much is the author’s imagination. When I started it I was like, woah, this will be an experience!

It’s a mix of poetry and prose. Poetry is not my strong suit, so I enjoyed the prose more. As the story goes on it gets more and more surreal. I feel like there’s so much to mull over. The style could have tipped over into “overwrought” for me, but it didn’t. The language was pretty simple, but so much was expressed, which is my favorite kind.

I do prefer books where I have more access to a character’s internality, but that may be a Western lit bias? In any case, I think I’ll hold onto this one to potentially reread. Did not expect to like this so much!