"Savaş’s book is cloistered: an essay in 40 parts, one for each day, but they are not diary entries so much as scenes, memories, or pieces of research..."
"The baby is not really anything, just yet. Savaş is waiting 'for the baby to reveal itself to me. To know who she is, or what, exactly, she wants.'"
"Her relationship with her mother is the strongest current in the book, stronger than that with the baby, who is barely described; it cries, it is held, it sleeps."
"Savaş’s mother... offers pragmatic advice, is good at soothing the baby. They don’t go out or see their friends-they feel too disorganized for visitors."
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