Status Updates From Væggen

James Wood, The New Yorker "In “The Wall,” Haushofer’s narrator, alone with her animals, establishes a kind of separatist commune deep in the woods, creating a new life so fulfilling and engrossing that it is not clear she would wish to rejoin the old, ordinary, damaged society, even if she could..." But no, I disagree. The MC is not fulfilled. She reaches a point of patient acceptance, more Zen, and often lost.

translation: "Toward morning the moments of daylight increased..." wtf

Foolish to think raspberries were only sugar; foolish to go on and on about scything hay, but not a word about bundling it up for drying and carrying and storage. Apparently most of her hay dries in one day? Unlikely. She burns cordwood the same season she cuts it and without ever mentioning splitting the logs? And aspirin is toxic to cats.