Dept. of Speculation, by Jenny Offill.
This book is my kind of writing. Its stanza-esque anatomy; the weaving of seemingly unrelated and far-off facts into the fabric of the author’s current life experiences; the lyrical way Offill describes her marriage, her identity as a mother, her desire to sometimes tbe neither — each is reminiscent of Davies’ A Lie Someone Told You About Yourself. Dept. of Speculation is equally churning, humorous, heartbreaking.
One of my favorite sub-quotes from within: I write to close my eyes.