The prose verges on the hallucinatory.

Grzeszykowska subverts the normative mother-daughter behavior

an ode to poetry and the quiet acts of observation that feed its writing

I sensed her work might offer a temporary way around the high pitch of violence continuously audible here and abroad.

Standing back and looking at all four books: We could read them as one long tale of a divided self, with the two halves struggling to reunite into a mythic or psychological whole . .

a pitiless rendering of an Italian bourgeois family