I admire a book that invites me to grapple with knotty questions. Olesya Khromeychuk has written such a book - beautifully.
Moving, intelligent and brilliantly written, this is a sister's reckoning with a lost brother, an émigré's with the country of her childhood, and a scholar's with her own suddenly acutely personal subject matter. A wonderful combination of emotional and intellectual honesty. It even manages to be funny.
In vivid, intimate prose and with unflinching honesty, Olesya Khromeychuk introduces us to the brother she lost in the war and found in her grief. Poignant, wise and unforgettable.
Elegantly written... packed with the sharpness of moments when a death suddenly becomes real