The Singularity

This is a gut punch of a novel that vividly explores a mother's grief and how it ripples outward across borders, reverberating across generations. The later chapters flip mid sentence, the present mingling with the past to probe at the compounding, echoing loss. An experimental work driven by the loss of the author's own child, it was almost too heavy to bear the first time.
I read it again, and the mounting body count of grief, the missing daughter trafficked or dead, the children left alone as their mother, unable to find her daughter flings herself off the cliffs, seen by a visiting woman who misscarries but refuses to give birth to the child and the recollections of cousins and best friends killed - it's a lot. Recounted here it seems almost ridiculous, but there is a plodding sameness to the passing of time, of moving forward that makes for a breathless read. This is an incredibly ambitious novel that's now stuck in my head.