You can read the New York Times Book Review‘s review of Boulder here.
You can read Patrick Graney’s TLS review of Boulder here.
Eva Baltasar in conversation with Irene Solà (trans. Mara Faye Lethem), part of Granta‘s ‘In Conversation’ series, is available to read here.
‘The language of desire never stops vibrating off the page; Baltasar pans the mundane for gold, and offers those nuggets – these morsels of intimacy – in a way that grips and sates.’
‘Eva Baltasar’s Boulder deftly demonstrates fiction’s ability to elide the passage of time. . . . a thoroughly compelling work.’
‘This slim, visceral novel power gains power from its subversive blurring of maternal intuition and its queering of parenthood.’
Kirkus Reviews, starred review
‘The book is a modern love story – global, queer, existential in its moral hierarchies – but it is also a rumination on those two most ancient of words: lover and mother. A novel that lionizes the desire to be alone even as it recognises the beauty and grace found within a family.’
‘Exquisite, dark and unconventional, Eva Baltasar turns intimacy into a wild adventure.’
‘Baltasar returns with the same expressiveness and lyricism as in Permafrost, but with a new complexity in her characters, addressing such vital issues such as motherhood and our increasing inability to communicate with one another – an epidemic in our era.’
‘In her second novel, Baltasar continues to work on her approach to the body, seen as the very substance of storytelling. Around bodies, considered both as sexual objects and as the medium through which our feelings must be expressed, she is building anew a language by which human beings may, in our era, be able to approach one another.’
Libros y Literatura
‘Eva Baltasar amazed me last year [with Permafrost], and my conversion has been now been completed.’
‘Opposed to all family ties, and jealous of her partner’s child, our narrator refuses to resign herself to her new role of secondary character in her own story, and lashes out by drinking and engaging in clandestine sex with other women, much as would a character in a Charles Bukowski story (an author with whom Baltasar shares more than one stylistic affinity). With Boulder, Eva Baltasar goes beyond Permafrost, to the point that, as with Gillian Flynn's antiheroines, or the anti-superheroine Jessica Jones, the new femininity evokes the old masculinity.’
‘Boulder’s action spans more than eight years, but the reader never feels the passage of that time . . . Everything here has an air of immediacy, yet at the same time one has the feeling that there are abysses yawning between every short sentence, ellipses that expand and beg to be filled in by the reader’s own imagination. Boulder is a work of incandescent, volcanic brevity and density.’