Fatamorgana is a book born of silence and doubt, written over three winter months in a cabin deep in Missouri, soundtracked by Oppenheimer and Bach. Told with dark humor and plainspoken intelligence, it's a layered portrait of modern life-equal parts confession, cultural diagnosis, and elegy for a world that feels increasingly performative and disconnected.
There are sharp, wry moments-especially when capturing the absurdities of corporate life or American social rituals. But the author is not above critique: she turns the same lens inward, owning her complicity with clarity and depth.
Memoir + Corporate Takedown + Manifesto
Few books blend these genres so seamlessly. It begins with the author's immigrant childhood, builds into an unsparing critique of corporate decay, and closes with philosophical and societal proposals.
Think Bullshit Jobs (Graeber) but with memoir. Uncanny Valley (Wiener) but with sharper teeth. More Than a Woman (Moran) but structurally bolder.
Fatamorgana surpasses them in ambition and weight-without losing intimacy.
Some scenes unspool like cinema. The end of Day 69 is pure poetry.
Living Through the DEI Era and They Weren't Meant to Be Divided might unsettle you.
The Art of Signaling takes you backstage.
And The Years, at the very end, just might undo you.
