Disconsolate, lost in memories, contemplating suicide & paranoid that men want to take advantage of her, she drinks her evenings away or retreats into her apartment. The reader doesn’t know at first what’s brought her to this bleak existence & it seems equally mysterious to Sasha herself: “I am asking myself all the time what the devil I am doing here. All the time.”

Good Morning, Midnight

But over the course of the novel scenes from the past gradually emerge leading to a rough picture of how her life became so broken. This extremely dark eloquently written novel is a fascinating portrait of someone clinging to life by her nails and reveals a quietly desperate layer of society.

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