"If she knew that to be forceful was not the same as being powerful and to be gentle was not the same as being fragile, she did not know how to use this knowledge in her own life."
"Women who walk into water do it with stones in their pockets." Through my reading of this short-strange novel, that line which I assume I once read somewhere played itself in my mind over and over again. Except it wasn't a woman grappling with unhappiness who died in the novel but a man who ostensibly wasn't.
Each character is well fleshed out, so well fleshed out that they seemed slightly sinister to me reflecting, I thought, how pointless life can be.
A book that deserves a slow re-read.