A current of grief and longing runs through the series ... The provisional nature of this society mirrors an improvisatory quality in the books, with their changing casts of characters and fluid metaphors. Balle’s protean impulse—her constant rewiring of thematic attachments—makes our reading experience varied and rich ... It’s a philosophical experiment illuminated by a novelist’s sensuous and humane way of looking.
Throughout the novel, Balle manages to destabilize even the reader’s sense of time ... Balle has proved remarkably adept at filling both her characters’ 'container of time'...and her readers’. Her novel of repetition reveals not a deadening monotony but rather the remarkable richness of each moment. Her spare, attentive prose demonstrates the way careful attention can transform seemingly familiar silences into a lushly textured masterwork of sound.
This is still only the third of seven planned volumes, and thus more of a chapter in a continuing and evolving story rather than stand-alone novel, coming complete with yet another cliffhanger of sorts; certainly, this is not the place to start in on the series, but it's a solid continuation of the previous installments, adding new dimensions (as well as characters), as engrossing as what preceded it—and making one curious about what is to come.
