Why do I love this book? First of all, Pym’s sparkling, perfect writing. She is a master of dry, wry wit, of dialogue, and of subtle spare prose. Second, she’s created these crazy characters who are so normal, yet bizarrely unique. We get into each person’s head, going from one internal monologue to another. As usual in her novels, nothing much happens. They go to work (what do they do??), they have tea, they have lunch, they go to the library, they go to church, they go home. One character wonders if they really exist and experiences a sense of nothingness. Most of her other novels are set in pre-feminist times, but all them are focused on the inner lives and concerns of her kooky characters. In this day when everything is so ridiculously complex and busy, the mundane lives of these people are a relief.