When the pioneering Taiwanese novelist Qiu Miaojin committed suicide in 1995 at age twenty-six, she left behind her unpublished masterpiece, . Unfolding through a series of letters written by an unnamed narrator, tells the story of a passionate relationship between two young womentheir sexual awakening, their gradual breakup, and the devastating aftermath of their broken love. In a style that veers between extremes, from self-deprecation to pathos, compulsive repetition to rhapsodic musings, reticence to vulnerability, Qius genre-bending novel is at once a psychological thriller, a sublime romance, and the authors own suicide note.

The letters (which, Qiu tells us, can be read in any order) leap between Paris, Taipei, and Tokyo. They display wrenching insights into what it means to live between cultures, languages, and gendersuntil the genderless character Zo appears, and the narrators spiritual and physical identity is transformed. As powerfully raw and transcendent as Mishimas , Goethes , and Theresa Chas , to name but a few, proves Qiu Miaojin to be one of the finest experimentalists and modernist Chinese-language writers of our generation.