Shifting perspective, the reader/narrator a drifting spirit inhabiting each body in turn, taking on different personalities every few pages, shifting from external to internal, she to I, him to me.
Finally managing to fit some reading in again. Short novels from Peirene Press that are filled with gorgeous writing and skillful storytelling. Not quite at my “devour a couple of novels a week” level yet, but it’s a start. The novel I’m reading now is Mr. Darwin’s Gardener by Kristina Carlson. I struggled with the first couple of pages, unsure if I wanted to forge through, but then the magic of reading a few incredibly crafted but subtle sentences happened. The above were my quick thoughts this morning about her constantly changing perspective in the book. It’s disorienting and briefly frustrating, but wonderful once you fall into the rhythm of being a restless spirit of a reader/narrator.