Eva Trout, or Changing Scenes Book

I finished this book weeks ago, and what I now remember is that while I was reading it, I kept seeing a kaleidoscope in my mind's eye. As I turned the pages, there seemed to be more and more fractured images. So many things in this book are broken, the characters, the syntax, and even the narrative itself. But each broken thing is nevertheless beautiful, just as the fractured images revealed when we look into a kaleidoscope are beautiful. And, by the end of the book, all the broken elements had merged to make something truly impressive. That's how I will remember this book.