“Memory is a foreigner, moving under my skin.”
Saga has just had a grand mal seizure, the first in years, and cannot remember what she’s doing or where she’s going. As her memory begins to return, big chunks remain mysterious. Why is her husband no longer living with her? Whose funeral flowers are on her table? Why has her mother gone missing? While she desperately pieces together the fragments of her life, Saga’s declining health and frayed relationships drag her backwards in time into the ecosystem of long-suppressed family secrets. In the first English translation of the work of acclaimed Icelandic authour Auður Jónsdóttir, readers enter the vertigo of a woman grasping for memories she never thought she’d lose – and recovering ones she most needs to forget.
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