Endlessly fascinating, supple, and tenderly human, Balle’s masterpiece reaches new heights.
— Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“A literary phenomenon nearly forty years in the making, and a speculative masterwork” (New York Magazine), Book III introduces new thrills to the adventures of Tara Selter’s endless November day
SHORTLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FOR TRANSLATED LITERATURE
In the marvelous third installment of Balle’s “astonishing” (The Washington Post) septology, Tara’s November 18th transforms when she discovers that she is no longer alone in her endless autumnal day. For she has met someone who remembers, and who knows as well as she does that “it is autumn, but that we’re not heading into winter. That spring and summer will not follow. That the reds and yellows of the trees are here to stay.” Where Book I and II focused on a single woman’s involuntary journey away from her life and her loved ones and into the chasm of time, Book III brings us back into the realm of companionship, with all its thrills, odd quirks, and a sense of mutual bewilderment at having to relearn how to exist alongside others in a shared reality. And then of course, what of Tara’s husband Thomas, still sitting alone day after day, entirely unawares, in their house in Clarion-sous-Bois, waiting for his wife to return? Blending poetry and philosophical inquiry with rich reflections on our discombobulating times, Balle’s On the Calculation of Volume asks us to consider: What is a single person’s responsibility to humanity and to the preservation of this world?
Endlessly fascinating, supple, and tenderly human, Balle’s masterpiece reaches new heights.
— Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Balle’s novel is a startling exploration of profound questions about language, human connection, and time.
— The New Yorker
Solvej Balle is a prodigious writer who, miraculously, finds the subtlest, most fascinating differences in repetition. You have never read anything like On the Calculation of Volume. This unforgettable novel is a profound meditation on the lonely, untranslatable ways in which each one of us inhabits time—and the tenuous yet indelible traces we leave in the world. Day after day.
— Hernan Diaz
On the Calculation of Volume is a thrilling example of what an author can do with narrative when time doesn't work in a traditional way. It's a tragic story with so many moments of hope.
— The Maris Review
For the reader the series’ seductive qualities are only deepening. A brainy and beguiling meditation on time and purpose.
— Kirkus Reviews
As engrossing as what preceded it.
— Complete Review
This novel of repetition reveals the remarkable richness of each moment. Balle's spare, attentive prose demonstrates the way careful attention can transform seemingly familiar silences into a lushly textured masterwork of sound.
— Meghan Racklin, The Believer
As Tara's circle expands, so does the world of the book. Small as it is, Tara's new society makes for a number of twists in Balle's narrative puzzle.
— Emma Alpern, Vulture
The effect of the time-loop device is propulsive yet lulling: the premise grabs us with its gimmickry, then it amplifies the motions and textures that we already know... If the series’ conceit literalizes the mismatches in our intimate relationships, it also dramatizes a person grappling with her finitude.
— Katy Waldman, The New Yorker
Balle’s language is consistent in its clarity, and also in the way it toggles among modes within the span of a paragraph: attentiveness to physical details and scientific processes, an evocation of memory and a sense of wonder in the face of the ordinary.
— Dennis Zhou, The New York Times Magazine
Mesmerizing… an ambitious experiment nearly four decades in the making.
— Colin Dwyer, NPR
It’s anyone’s guess when Anglophones will be able to finish reading the complete On the Calculation of Volume since part six was just published in Danish this past August, but if Balle is going to focus on ‘how to prepare yourself to wake up,’ I’m willing to wait for as many November 18s as it takes.
— Cory Oldweiler, Los Angeles Review of Books
A masterwork... In this extraordinary novel, as in our own shattered world, connection alone may be the one thing that endures.
— Jacob Brogan, The Washington Post
A thrilling journey... This volume is a galvanising shift, and a subversive one, humming with new possibility.
— Chris Power, The Observer
A remarkably porous narrative that absorbs the anxieties of modern life and time itself—supply chain shortages, globalism, and climate change, but also universally timeless fears of being alive—love, death, and mortality.
— Dilara O'Neil, The Nation
Balle's piercing attentiveness and her forensic curiosity continue to render 18 November endlessly interesting. Her sinuous sentences wrap themselves around us, her readers, binding us over and over to 18 November, drawing us deeper and deeper into its ungraspable possibilities.
— Clare Clark, The Guardian
This is the ancient fact that Tara's absurd condition makes explicit: how storytelling systematizes our memories, our sense of self.
