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185 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
Sometimes you stumble across people. Sometimes you stumble across books.
Zero can’t be defined. Zero can’t fit into any category. Zero belongs to the kind of books that feels like an experience you go through at light speed.
Told through a first-person narrative, the novel is a door to another take on life. At first seemingly harmless, expressing thoughts that we might all have had at some point as kids or as teens, it soon becomes clear that the tailspin we are witnessing has no end.
I did not feel the need to judge, I was absorbed by how the main character, who remains nameless, was going through the motions. Like an addict high on words, I read Zero in one sitting, in less than an hour. Not that I was looking for a happy ending. I just wanted to understand, to imagine, to feel what it was like to have those voices inside you, to be unable to grasp life and hold on to it.
More than an exploration of mental illness or what patients go through, Zero puts words on thoughts we might have but never dare give a clear form to. The author pushes the boundaries, obviously, and as you go from chapter to chapter, you are sent to wonder about what life means, about what to expect from it, about what we do with the time that’s been given to us. We often say we have no control over it, but our character here has no control over anything. Scary, painful, spot-on and raw, Zero has been beautifully translated so more readers could jump in and run for a life high on happiness and high on lows. Low on forgiveness and reality.
There is no point discussing the plot as it is life itself. Not as most people know it, but as different minds see it, like water running through your fingers.