Wow. Achingly sad and beautiful, full of wonder even amid despair. Reminds me a lot of 100 Years of Solitude in those ways, but it’s definitely not derivative. For one thing, it’s much more overtly political and consciously postcolonial, but not often in an overbearing way. For another, it invents its own language, and uses repetition(which is usually cloying to me after awhile… see Vonnegut) very well to reinforce the sort of dreamworld disconnect(hopelessly adrift between warring loyalties in terms of culture, family, nation, politics, religion, class, race, sexuality, and on and on) that the protagonist twins are trapped, confused, and ultimately ruined by.