Vaim
More narratively conventional than Fosse’s earlier work, and less ambitious than Septology, it strikes me as a deliberately incomplete work ... These narrators compel us from page to page, sweeping us along on a tide of modest events, insisting on each new development with the intimate immediacy of real life. But no moment really rises above any other, and the novel goes slack even in moments of ostensible urgency. We listen to the accounts of these men, and when they fall silent, the novel does too. Like water washing over a deck, Vaim soaks the skin, but is quickly gone.
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An oddly mesmerizing little fable about—perhaps—patience, grace and fate. While there is something dispiritingly reductive about the trope of the bossy woman and supine man, there is much to admire in Mr. Fosse’s rhythmic prose, his bursts of humor and heightened sense of life’s pervasive oddness.
[An] exhilarating English translation ... Full of doubts about language and communicability, ambivalence around word choice; narrators grasp mutely at those things and feelings that cannot be articulated, and events that in a traditional novel would be major climaxes transpire almost without comment. Language does not build a world here—its faults make the world’s solidity crumble.
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