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Unbelievably good read. It's at once a tale that speaks to truest sense of existential dread and deep seated wonder that the unknowable, abyssal depths of ocean invoke, and at the same time this portrait of grief and moving on and dealing with the gradual loss of someone who almost feels transient even in their existence. I don't want to give away too much but its the layers of abstraction and thematic motifs that elevates this from something like Vandermeer's penchant for weird fiction and more towards something that is but the lived experience of being a human and everything that entails. And it's kinda incredible that it does all this in only 220 pages or so. Feels tight in a way i feel modern books often tend not to be. Not that there isn't a point in the meandering nature of prose and what it can add but there is something to books like this where the experience of reading feels like a gentle sea breeze.
favorite quote (out of so many i have lost count): "Grief is selfish: we cry for ourselves without the person we have lost far more than we cry for the person—but more than that, we cry because it helps. The grief process is also the coping process and if the grief is frozen by ambiguity, by the constant possibility of reversal, then so is the ability to cope."
Unbelievably good read. It's at once a tale that speaks to truest sense of existential dread and deep seated wonder that the unknowable, abyssal depths of ocean invoke, and at the same time this portrait of grief and moving on and dealing with the gradual loss of someone who almost feels transient even in their existence. I don't want to give away too much but its the layers of abstraction and thematic motifs that elevates this from something like Vandermeer's penchant for weird fiction and more towards something that is but the lived experience of being a human and everything that entails. And it's kinda incredible that it does all this in only 220 pages or so. Feels tight in a way i feel modern books often tend not to be. Not that there isn't a point in the meandering nature of prose and what it can add but there is something to books like this where the experience of reading feels like a gentle sea breeze.
favorite quote (out of so many i have lost count): "Grief is selfish: we cry for ourselves without the person we have lost far more than we cry for the person—but more than that, we cry because it helps. The grief process is also the coping process and if the grief is frozen by ambiguity, by the constant possibility of reversal, then so is the ability to cope."