Reviewer: Mariss Stevens
For a slim volume of 112 pages this is a weighty book. It contains an intriguing mix of the personal and the political, and is written with a candour that cuts to the bone.
The disclaimer states: “This is fiction. Sort of.” The back cover blurb calls it a story and a meditation. Let’s leave it at that and resist the urge to debate how much is fact and how much is fiction. That said, technically it is a Bildungsroman, a novel of formation or of education, according to the translation given by M.H. Abrams in his A Glossary of Literary Terms. But then, perhaps not.