Kochanka Wittgensteina

The novel's unconventional structure feels deeply intentional, but I wonder if it was a challenge or a revelation during writing for the author.

Her reflections on loneliness and memory really resonated with me, making me think about how we cope with solitude in our own lives.

The narrator’s unreliable perspective made me question what’s real versus what’s perceived. Did others find themselves questioning the boundaries of perception?