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Dreams. Flashes of something that sometimes feels material but then, a shortwhile later, you are not sure if it ever was. That is the feeling you get reading Kavan's "Ice". It has a similarity to the genre of magic realism but is more grounded in reality, not in form. While the text is maddeningly ephemeral, the single focus of the protagonist on the woman gives the novel the necessary weight to ensure the reader is not entirely lost. Furthermore, some of the gender-norms are dated. Despite that, you come away from "Ice" like waking from a dream - a little refreshed and a little disconcerted.