Reviews

  • "The prose, in Thomas Bunstead’s translation, is restrained, funny, by turns (and at once) luminous and melancholy… We are left with a profound inquiry into the place and function of art… as remembrance, as joy and consolation, as meaning, as refuge"

    Guardian
  • "A highly original, piercingly beautiful work, a book you’ll want to savour… Gainza is a writer who feels immediately important"

    Observer
  • "Quietly revelatory, and often fascinatingly so"

    Sunday Times