The Weight of Things by Marianne Fritz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Such a beautiful, strange book.
The best way I can describe this short novel is that it's really a bit of a weird, uncomfortable existential dread that doesn't devolve into scary bits or anything like that. It's fear of the mundane, it's sort of about the choices made over a lifetime and over generations, and it just works.
I struggle with really giving this a full accounting, as it's a book that ended up being more about what the book evoked rather than what the individual contents were. This book won a prize long ago and this translation appears to have kept the mood throughout, which is great, too.
As I slowly move through the Dorothy Project books, I found that this one stuck with me quite a bit. I wish I could pull something like this off. If you can get a copy, do so - it's one that might end up sticking to your gut, too.
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