The stories speak of reckonings: with the illness and death of a parent, with the emotional baggage that must be cleared out along with the material remains, with memories and missed opportunities, and with the waning of desire. Told through different narrators (first and third person, male and female points of view, different generations), though always with a feminist sensibility, the stories weave autobiographical and fictional elements in their depiction of intimate moments, following the memories, digressions and associations that arise from a fragrance, a touch of cloth, a photograph. Unflinching and meticulous, Drakulic puts words to thoughts and feelings usually unspoken – deemed either too frivolous or too painful – an internal play-by-play of the gradual disappearance of a person.
