冰

The stark, cold settings and dreamlike atmosphere really stood out to me. I wonder if Anna Kavan was drawing from personal experiences or symbolic themes.

I was deeply drawn into the protagonist’s mind, but at times I wondered if the fixation made it hard to trust their perspective. How did others interpret this obsession?

The non-linear, almost poetic form added layers of meaning but also made it challenging to follow at times. Was this intentional to mirror the chaos of the narrator’s mind?