I very nearly threw this book in the heap half way through. This is not "crime fiction" as we know it. And the "crime" is strangely obscure and not the centre of the plot. I was losing patience and couldn't understand what the point was; yet I'd already gone halfway. However, the next day I came back, enticed by the exquisite and poetic language and oddly troubled to leave this puzzling book and its characters hanging unfinished. As I reached the end, slowly and quietly everything becomes clear. The reward is something very beautiful, I think, and very touching.
I look forward to reading more by this author, however, I really think "mystery fiction" is not the correct label and will only lead to some readers being very frustrated.