In this tight, discreet narrative, which drifts from one memory to another as if love had its own time-scale, the author movingly describes how Jim freed the narrator from the phantoms of her past and the righteousness of her family and friends.
The silence of the desert has its uses for the mystic, but what she experienced as a writer was that it destroys not only the sense of self, but also the foundation of narrative art a sense of time and memory.