When reflecting on my identity, my thoughts often circle the idea of being WEIRD (Western, educated, industrialized, rich, and democratic) and how that perspective is, in fact, ‘weird’ to most of the world. This sense of being an ‘other’ permeates the book, alongside the post-modern realization that we can never truly ‘know’ another person. The story is told through an unnamed translator in The Hague, transitioning from New York into a life of clinical, European detachment. Whether she is navigating a relationship with a man […]