This rarefied novel adopts the form of the interior monologue characteristic Of Lispector's (1925-1977) oeuvre. A woman sits by the open window of her brazilian beachfront studio, writing a long letter to someone no more...This rarefied novel adopts the form of the interior monologue characteristic Of Lispector's (1925-1977) oeuvre. A woman sits by the open window of her brazilian beachfront studio, writing a long letter to someone no more specific than "You." She parries with language (which is "Only words which live off sound") and is wholly consumed with problems of epistemology: "I want to die with life." A painter, she struggles as well to recreate the world around her: "On certain nights, instead of black, the sky seems to be an intense indigo blue, a color I've painted on glass." When she listens.