"My mother is dead and that is just the beginning"
A daughter stands in the apartment of her suddenly deceased mother. The mother is gone, and so are all her savings. What remains are haunting questions: Why is the apartment so in disarray and the mailbox overflowing? And how is it even possible to lose your own mother to a marriage swindler?
Sarah Kuttner tells the story of a woman who was looking for love and met a love scammer. Who fell in love and chose to turn a blind eye. Who left nothing behind except a seemingly endless chat with the con man. Above all, however, it is the story of a daughter who is left behind to pick up the pieces, with a void where her mother once was.
So the daughter reads the messages that weren't meant for her, reads things about herself that she never wanted to know. And yet, very slowly, the void is filled with a closeness that was impossible for the two of them during their lifetime.
A very personal novel about the feeling of guilt, the pain of being left behind, and the uncomfortable intimacy of the legacies we inherit.
"emotional – yet never sentimental" - emotion, Claudia Ten Hoevel
