Coming. Apart.

It is beautifully written, poetic, clean-cut, free of the clichés most resort to using when writing about sexuality.

A knife-edge book that confirms that women have taken over the writing of interesting short stories.

Not many Norwegian authors could have written this.

There is a riveting, devil-may-care impulse in Poppy’s use of language and in her perspective. She explores mood nuances and emotional variations in the magnetic field between euphoric highs and pathetic lows.

Edy Poppy’s forté is her narrative voice, which is consistently quite cold and distanced. It is as if she assumes a lab scientist’s point of view, retrieves her objects of study and pokes away at them to see how they will react. It is elegantly executed.

All of the short stories unfold in a cold, brutal and white world, a reality devoid of consolation and full of aggressive and loveless sexuality. A world in which people’s infinite loneliness ends up as a form of sexualised madness

An interesting collection of short stories that bring out the many labyrinths of the human mind in an intelligent and creative fashion.