Feels like an evolution on Intimacies (which maybe, if I recall correctly my own opinions from a couple of years ago, felt more of a leap from A Separation). I admired the jarringly disruptive jump between parts one and two, an excellent wrong-footing that enhances the thematic thrust of the book and a means of unreliable narration that felt fresh to me, at least. It’s clean, measured prose and it’s effective as a result. A deep tangling and untangling of interior lives and what we give of ourselves to others, the routines in which we hide.