Like a lot of first novels, this book feels like it’s contending with the purpose and possibility and justification for writing a novel in the first place. A lot of times male writers don’t end up ever asking that question, so it’s left to the critics and readers to think about this on their own. In this book, we are faced directly with the justification of writing itself. A novelist in Mexico City is writing a novel and reaching and grabbing from her life and […]