Review by Booklist Review
Moskovich's second novel, following The Natashas (2018), presents enigmatic characters. Jana, a lesbian translator who lives in Paris, was born in Prague during the heyday of the street violence following the downfall of the Communist regime. Jana's childhood neighbor, Zorka, is a precocious young girl with seemingly sociopathic tendencies who suddenly vanishes. Other characters, such as Aimée and Dominique, float in and out of the story, as if they're hovering like ghosts. The prose is lyrical; the plot is cryptic, with disturbing images and themes of abuse, sexual assault, and suicide ( There were two rules to my childhood. Don't get stolen and don't get molested. ). The tale is intentionally hard to follow as the narration jumps across time periods and perspectives. Ukraine-born Moskovich's surrealism has been compared to the work of filmmaker David Lynch, and it is, indeed, dreamlike, fragmented, mysterious, and, at times, unnerving.--June Sawyers Copyright 2020 Booklist
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
This challenging novel from Moskovich (The Natasha) tells the stories of four queer European women in a filmic, fragmented style. The book opens with Aimée discovering her wife Dominique's dead body in a hotel room while on vacation in Portugal; from there, the plot quickly zooms across time from the subsequent meeting in Paris of Aimée and Jana, a Czech translator, through their earlier lives. From there, the plot zooms through their earlier lives. Teenaged Aimée falls for the older Dominique, an actor whose mental health deteriorates as she ages. In Prague during the collapse of Communism, school-aged Jana and volatile Zorka fall into an intense friendship with sexual overtones Jana does not fully understand. Zorka abandons Jana and moves to the U.S. to live with an uncle, but has a difficult time integrating with her cruel, homophobic classmates. The snippets become more surreal: Aimée recounts being haunted by the color blue following her wife's death and Moskovich intersperses erotic online chats between an American teenager and an abused Eastern European housewife. An unexpected reunion ties together all the stories in an emotionally complex and gratifying ending. The novel induces discomfort with its characters' dark fantasies and blurred senses of reality. Readers who get into the novel's bleak groove will reap dividends from this striking character study. (Jan.)
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A fractured, hallucinatory novel about female friendship and who knows what else.Every so often a book comes along that is so utterly strange it can't be classifiedit can barely be described. Moskovich's (The Natashas, 2016) latest novel is one. So how to start? The first chapter begins with a body, face down on a hotel bed. An ambulance arrives; the medics labor over the body. It isn't until later that we find out whose it is. That's one storyline. Another involves Jana and Zorka, two Czech girls growing up in Soviet-controlled Prague. Then Zorka lights her mother's fur coat on fire, leaves it burning in the hallway of their apartment building, and disappears. That's another storyline. Yet another follows Jana, now an adult, through Paris, where she works as a translator. And another re-creates chat-room conversations between Dominxxika_N39 and 0_hotgirlAmy_0. And there's more. How it all ties together, and what any of it means, is anyone's guess. Moskovich's novel has more in common with David Lynch's Mulholland Drive than it does with any contemporary piece of writing. The narrative is fractured, and so is Moskovich's sense of reality: Dreams give way to hallucinations, which give way to oddly realist bits of prose that seem, in this context, weirder than anything else. At times, the book is hypnotically engaging; some passages, though, seem to go on and on, with Moskovich dwelling on minor details linked to minor characters for longer than seems necessaryor interesting.Moskovich breaks almost every rule of contemporary fiction but doesn't always manage to do something simpler: engage the reader. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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