This book defies genre, defies expectation, defies any attempt to classify its themes or its stylistic choices. Does it challenge traditional literary norms, or does it simply exist within its own sphere of meaning?

The writing is often quite abstract, yet also evocative and poetic, employing a blend of sensory imagery and metaphorical language. The nature of self, the mystery of the other, and the idea that truth is awakening in the mystery of the other – the deeper meaning is fluid and open to interpretation. Many passages convey a dreamlike, introspective atmosphere, exploring themes of memory, connection, and transformation.

«What language are we speaking? I suddenly blurted out at the shaman.
We are not speaking a language, we are speaking a dream.»
(Quote)

The artistic expression is intriguing, but also demanding; this is not a book for easy consumption. You need to engage with the text, you need to reflect on its details – and you might still feel lost in a realm of symbolism and intuition. I found it difficult to grasp a concrete narrative or meaning, but that does not necessarily detract from the experience. I felt that many scenes were like haiku, evoking an emotional response by capturing a single moment in time.

Literature is subjective, and this is a book that might not resonate with every reader. While I cannot claim to have fully understood it, I believe that it's a unique and beautiful piece of literature, if you embrace the ambiguity.

This book defies genre, defies expectation, defies any attempt to classify its themes or its stylistic choices. Does it challenge traditional literary norms, or does it simply exist within its own sphere of meaning?

The writing is often quite abstract, yet also evocative and poetic, employing a blend of sensory imagery and metaphorical language. The nature of self, the mystery of the other, and the idea that truth is awakening in the mystery of the other – the deeper meaning is fluid and open to interpretation. Many passages convey a dreamlike, introspective atmosphere, exploring themes of memory, connection, and transformation.

«What language are we speaking? I suddenly blurted out at the shaman.
We are not speaking a language, we are speaking a dream.»
(Quote)

The artistic expression is intriguing, but also demanding; this is not a book for easy consumption. You need to engage with the text, you need to reflect on its details – and you might still feel lost in a realm of symbolism and intuition. I found it difficult to grasp a concrete narrative or meaning, but that does not necessarily detract from the experience. I felt that many scenes were like haiku, evoking an emotional response by capturing a single moment in time.

Literature is subjective, and this is a book that might not resonate with every reader. While I cannot claim to have fully understood it, I believe that it's a unique and beautiful piece of literature, if you embrace the ambiguity.

What on Earth possessed me when I decided that this book might work for me? Reading the summary now and it’s immediately clear I’m not going to like it. I made it to page ten, it took me half an hour, but I managed it. That is all I will be able to manage of this waffling rubbish. I have no idea what was going on, it just felt like the author's goal was to use as many words as possible to say as little as possible. Would not pick up another book by this author.