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“Tales of somber humor, full of characters who slide into cracks or fall through holes into alternate realities.” –J. M. Coetzee
“Strange and beautiful.” –Tommy Orange
“Genius.” –Jia Tolentino, The New Yorker
“A nauseous, eerie read, sickeningly good.” –Emma Cline
“Schweblin is among the most acclaimed Spanish-language writers of her generation…. [H]er true ancestor could only be David Lynch; her tales are woven out of dread, doubles and confident loose ends…. What makes Schweblin so startling as a writer, however, what makes her rare and important, is that she is impelled not by mere talent or ambition but by vision, and that vision emerges from intense concern with the world, with the hidden cruelties in our relationships with all that is vulnerable — children, rivers, language, one another.” —New York Times
“Admirers of Schweblin’s work will be delighted to learn that she hasn’t lost any of the atmospheric creepiness that made Fever Dream such an unsettling ride…. Schweblin is a master of elegant and uncanny fiction…. Schweblin is gifted at treating the otherworldly with a matter-of-fact attitude, writing about the surreal as if it were unremarkable…. And her writing, beautifully translated by Megan McDowell, is consistently perfect; she can evoke more feelings in one sentence than many writers can in a whole story. Fans of literature that looks at the world from a skewed point of view will find much to love in Schweblin’s book, and so will anyone who appreciates originality and bold risk-taking… A stunning achievement from a writer whose potential is beginning to seem limitless.” –NPR
“This brilliant and disturbing book resembles Margaret Atwood’s Handmaid’s Tale in how it speculates. The parts you think are made up are actually true…. Schweblin unspools a disquieting portrait of the dark sides of connectivity and the kinds of animalistic cyborgs it can make of us, as we walk through barriers that even spirits cannot cross.” –John Freeman, LitHub