In its accretion of everyday detail, this intriguing first volume works with the idea of the infraordinary, which I've been drawn to since first encounter - and puts the technique to a new and apt use, as its narrator lives and re-lives the same day over and over, the eighteenth of November.
The concept has an inherent interest - what are the rules, how will the protagonist's engagement with their stuck-ness evolve, where is the narrative tension? And here it's coupled with some meaningful reflection on the nature of all of our lives in time - our isolation and (inevitable) solipsism amidst the relationships and ties we have with others, our relationship to the world and our consumption of it (coming to see herself as a monster for the way that things she consumes are removed forever, and her partner as a ghost - ever repeating the same day from her point of view - who inhabits her own life).
I liked it, maybe not enough to continue reading - but maybe.
