(from Words Without Borders: The World Through the Eyes of Writers)
Uh. Well, the mountain is magic I guess. The people there rely on sweet potatoes and sudden appearances of water. They’re not saying why these things are provided for them, but they seem to know the answer. Our narrator is as puzzled as we are, although she does end up gaining some insight while I continued to read in the dark. The story is entrancing in its oddness, not making sense the way, say, foreign sitcoms sometimes don’t make sense. You know the formula, you know about people and the laws of nature, but these things are not enough. Su freakin’ rreal.