Very impressive. Half of the story is told through the eyes of Anna, a terminally ill young woman at the very end of her life. Alone in an isolated cottage on a winter's night, she reads through, and then burns, all the letters she ever received from her lover, Z. These letters provide a framework upon which she hangs the history of their relationship.
The other narrator is Anna's sister Arnþrúður, who is sitting up with Valgeir (her husband) and Z as they worry about Anna's disappearance from the hospital. Z recites the poems that Anna wrote for her, one for each letter, and shares fragments of her own version of the love story. Meanwhile, Arnþrúður reflects on her relationship with Valgeir, and her mad, unpredictable jealousy that threatens to drive him away.
The multiple viewpoints and filtering effect of the letters and poetry create a sort of hall of mirrors. The reader is shown many different distortions of the webs of love and jealousy that connect the characters. These combine to produce a complicated, fractured but coherent whole. The reader is privileged with a depth of understanding and a truth that could not come from a single perspective, and which indeed the characters themselves are denied. It is a novel as much about the difficulties of communication and interpretation as it is about the tragedy of terminal illness.
This is a moving and thoughtful novel, executed with rare skill.