Sigh.
So beautifully written or else it would have been a complete Pan.
This book was extremely frustrating for me. There are two narratives that take place decades apart that don‘t really connect. And the main character just walks. And walks. And walks. And then walks some more (really), and the author describes EVERY LITTLE THING she sees along the way.
Le Clezio has immense talent but this book was tedious in the extreme.