This is the last book Lispector wrote before she died, and it was organized by one of her friends. Maybe that is why at times it‘s hard to follow? Or maybe that was always Lispector‘s intention?
This book is about the Author and his creation Angela Pralini. Through the book, they have dialogue about creation, freedom and music.
I really liked the writing style as it‘s so easy to get lost in. I would definitely read more by her in the future.