The author's earthy, unflinching books about sex, misogyny and the feminine bodily experience have earned her acclaim around the world 🤍
“When I was seven my grandfather passed away. At his funeral I was asking everyone, ‘After Grandpa is burned and turned into ashes, where will his own memories go?’ The things I think about have not changed since.
I feel like death is always somewhere in the same room and its presence is rather large. Death will never go away . Rather, it is I who will leave the room first, or disappear within it. It’s not that I am fearful, but I almost despair that there is this unavoidable, inexorable fact of losing awareness. For humans, death is the most irrevocable thing. But the fact that being born is, in the same way, also something irrevocable is what made me write my novel.