Through the many shattered illusions, she gives literary form to a restless, analytical consciousness, as if the novel itself, and not only Helga Mork (aged 49), is torn between sense and sensibility, logic and lust. […] In this way, the imaginatively unstable form that Øyehaug cultivates seems, after all, like the most truthful representation of Helga Mork’s emotional dizziness. A kind of realism that fully encompasses our turbulent inner lives.
