Much of the writing style was also not really my cup of tea. But still, I was struck by a few bits of the imagery, in particular: > my dad was swimming in the

Much of the writing style was also not really my cup of tea. But still, I was struck by a few bits of the imagery, in particular: > my dad was swimming in the spirits because he was looking for sunken treasure, or at least looking for something buoyant enough to hold on to, a word or sentence, in the sea of his many dead It's not entirely clear to me what this means, exactly. But I think that's perhaps the point; it trades clarity of meaning for evocativeness, relying on the reader's imagination to do a lot of the work.