“A woman returns home in the wake of her father’s death. Mina is nearly 30, living in London in the slipstream of her best friend and flatmate, a fastidiously perfect ‘digital activist’ named Liz... In a narrative that zags between past and present, Mina traces the similarities between herself and her elusive father... The voice is a propulsive second person, a direct address to Mina’s late father that, for long sections, reads as first person. Anechoum’s prose, in Rand’s translation, is unassuming yet exquisitely detailed, with keen observations falling thick and fast throughout the novel... An elegy with momentum and teeth.”
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