“Silently, Mimi vows: I will fill a hundred baskets for her.”
Madeleine is asleep. She peregrinates from dream to dream in a surreal world that is populated by lucid and utterly fascinating characters.
It reads like winter. It is enchanting. The words seem to leap from the pages and dance like flames. It is like seeing ominous dark clouds gathering overhead. It tastes like frozen apples. It feels like draping yourself with a thick velvet blanket. It sounds like icicles melting.
Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum has concocted a feast for the senses that is heavily doused with metaphors and heady perfume. It seamlessly alternates between the real and surreal and it fearlessly delves into the issues of morality and the essence of humanity. It is a book of dreams and a journey towards self-realization and human emotion. It is poignant, whimsical, and enthralling.
Read it in a dark room illuminated by candles. You will find that just like winter itself, Madeleine Is Sleeping is all kinds of magical.
This was a post by Hanna, who is listening to Nina Simone and the light tapping of the rain on the roof.