Veronica has a distinct voice and is very funny, even when addressing very unfunny things. Lurking under all this is Raimo’s fascinating contemplation of the interplay of identity and memory.
Raimo weaves together a series of nonlinear vignettes with a deft hand, connecting seemingly disparate moments through themes of longing, loneliness, identity, and, perhaps most profoundly, the concept of memory itself.
Despite the narrator’s evasiveness, a thrum of honesty bleeds through. With its stellar voice, Raimo’s inquisitive and vulnerable novel proves tough to put down.
