What a perfect little book Amina Cain’s Indelicacy is. Cain gets it all right, with no blunders, perfect pacing, and a truly dynamic character who is utterly strange and inconceivably loveable.
What I love most about Vittoria, a museum janitor who dreams of a life of leisure and writing, is that she gets what she wants, makes all kinds of blunders along the way, and genuinely learns from them and changes. It goes without saying, but it means something to see someone change, and the ability to evolve, even if only on a page. More than the mutability of Vittoria, I love her utter disdain for men, and her adoration for the women around her, even the one who can’t stand her. An example to us all.