Ice by Anna Kavan

Really proud of how this one came out. Ice is an incredibly slippery novel to try to pin down. The book teeters back and forth between dark anti-romance, bleak rumination on a dying world, and on one occasion, a James Bond parody(?) The story itself is unsteady about its facts and chronology, employing some perspective altering rug-pulls. We had an interesting conversation exploring the emotional landscapes Kavan draws before addressing the shadow that the author's own troubled life casts on her work.

Truly one of the most unique books I've ever read and one we're glad to share on Pleasant Evenings Book Club