
By Rebecca Wexelsen
When Nina gets cancer and has to check in to the hospital as an in-patient, it seems as though the whole world is collapsing around her. But she soon begins to enjoy herself, and on the day that she is declared well again she has no desire to go back to her everyday life.
When you’re healthy, nobody looks out for you; it’s expected that you’ll take care of yourself. You’re supposed to perform and be funny and sociable. You’re supposed to go out, never to miss out on a single thing, and to drink too, but not too much.
Nobody checks your weight and your blood work or asks if you are tired or perky or afraid or indif-ferent. When you are healthy, nobody asks you an-ything at all. You are not in safe hands.
You might as well not exist.
With black humour and a keen eye for our weaker sides, Rebecca Wexelsen delivers a convincing debut novel about sickness, loneliness and belonging.
What could have been a gloomy tale about loneliness is camouflaged by a gallows humour of subtlety and intelligence. Loneliness, recognition, humour and creative metaphors ought to be good enough grounds to pick the book up. If you’re still not convinced: I promise you, the ending is the icing on the cake.
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