“[A] scintillating meditation on existential dread…Pairing amorous adventures with eschatological musings, Toussaint cannily confronts the impossibility of the future with the fleeting hope of the present…It’s a stimulating ride.” —Publishers Weekly
“[Toussaint] delicately draws attention to the subtle, intimate moments of emotion—glimpsed through glances, gestures, atmospheres…In his quietude, Toussaint is reasserting the human through the banal, through the quotidian, articulating a near-silent resistance in the face of the current predicaments facing Europe and the rest of the world.” —Times Literary Supplement