Mircea Cărtărescu pays homage to women—respectable ladies and sex bombs, girls of fifteen or fifteen billion, women who sleep with their eyes open and women who appear in your dreams simply “because they are women, because they are not men.”
When the book comes out in English—and considering its European success, one way or another it will—look for sincerity, self-parody, writing on the continuum that runs from sex through love. Each story builds around a seed of the exceptional hidden inthe normal. The exceptional results.
