Katie Kitamura’s fourth novel, “Intimacies,” is coolly written and casts a spell. The light it emits is ghostly, like that from under the lid of a Xerox machine. It’s about an unnamed woman — youngish, single — who goes to work as an interpreter at the international court at The Hague. Like nearly everyone in this novel, she leads a globalized, deracinated life. One of Kitamura’s gifts, though, is to inject every scene with a pinprick of dread.

Source: International New York Times July 14, 2021 09:00 UTC