The first and, so far, only novel of Posthuma's to be translated from Dutch into English, this one will leave you wishing for another so you can spend more time in this talented author's mind. She tells her story through a series of vignettes in which the narrator chronicles her twin brother's mental illness and eventual death by suicide. While the book is every bit as devastating as it promises, its quiet absurdity is also surprisingly humorous, with details of subterranean balconies in foreign cities, decorative wooden vulvas, and sweater collections large enough to end relationships. North American readers will find touches of Elif Batuman and Miriam Toews, but Posthuma's voice is wholly her own.