It's the lyricism of the prose, and the way the philosophical, essayistic portions of the novel gradually take on a quality of desperation, as if they're the narrator's attempt to codify and control the chaos of the human body. It isn't just the painful subject matter - how it feels to be both a mother and a daughter, looking in two directions at once, watching one life begin while grieving the end of another. I read Sight with so much ache and admiration. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. Woven among these personal recollections are significant events in medical history: Wilhelm Rontgen's discovery of the X-ray and his production of an image of his wife's hand Sigmund Freud's development of psychoanalysis and the work that he did with his daughter, Anna John Hunter's attempts to set surgery on a scientific footing and his work, as a collaborator with his brother William and the artist Jan van Rymsdyk, on the an In Sight a woman recounts her progress to motherhood, while remembering the death of her own mother, and the childhood summers she spent with her psychoanalyst grandmother. LONGLISTED FOR THE WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION 2018 'A stunning debut' Guardian It seemed, at times, an act of profound selfishness, to have a child so that I might become a parent but selfish, too, to have a child and stay the same, or not to have one - unless the only honest choice would have been to try to become this kinder version of myself without the need to bring another into it.
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