What can you say about this book? It's magical realism? Indeed. Its paragraphs are dense, sometimes at the border of unreadability? Yes. Do Cartarescu like to toy with his readers? I don't know. But I can't deny that his writing call something very profound within me. Memories of shared places an ocean apart. Magic inside ruins, inside the boring everyday, just a little bit outside the corner of what one can see. Cartarescu is a master of building things up, of creating the impossible in the common. Bravo again, maestro.