The Vegetarian by Han Kang
Add this to the list of fanciful novels about anorexia, alongside You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine. Okay, that may be reductive. But it certainly had those echoes. It also reminded me a bit of Murakami, and not just the translation thing, I think.
One story told in three overlapping time segments, by three related third-person narrators–I wouldn’t have thought it would work well, and it did at times feel like spinning off into space, especially since the characters we start with are either gone or inaccessibly crazy by the end.
Vivid, and certainly interesting, but I’m not sure I really got it.