This novel was originally published in 2003; after the critical if not commercial success of the same author’s wonderful Zorrie, someone thought to republish this one in 2023. It’s set in the same place and time, with some of the same characters (Zorrie makes a cameo appearance near the end). But it could hardly be more different stylistically. Where Zorrie was simply but elegantly told, this is an obscure, confusing jumble (admittedly befitting the mental state of its main characters), jumping around in time, seemingly randomly, sometimes in third person, sometimes in first, though it’s not always clear who’s narrating, with frequent relating of dreams (almost always a problem for me), little one-paragraph nonsense stories told by one or another of the characters (which are like dreams, I guess), jumbled recollections, letters from an institutionalized character, and occasional stream of consciousness narration. It appears to me that this is the work of a young author trying to prove what a brilliant, creative writer he is; by the time he writes Zorrie two decades later, he no longer has to prove it so he can just tell a beautiful story.