A review by irmah
Permafrost by Eva Baltasar

“I’ve realized that I know myself by heart - I know myself to the point of recognizing people who don’t exist and yet complement me. I know myself like a path that leads home, like a doorless corridor, like endless guardrails. I know myself like a decade-long involuntary commitment. To end and be done with it. I sense a change in my body - it is unsexed, majestic and magnificently afflicted, like a tower riddled with sorror. And I can feel the whole crush of humanity inside me, concentrated in a place that is absolutely personal.”


(I also really need somebody to see me the way the narrator sees Roxanne…..)