This was quite the trip to read as someone slowly going blind, with a risky operation looming in the future… I imagine it’d be a very different experience for your average reader! I loved Meruane’s turns of phrase, her masterful weaving of visceral matter-of-fact with feverish vulnerability, her knack for painting poetic forms of phenomena I was either only half-aware if, or recognised but could not put words to. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book quite like this - do not let its small stature con you into false anticipation of a quick turnover.