There is nothing that brings greater relief than the certainty that there is someone who really knows. For we ordinary people never have such certainty.

Tokarczuk, The Books of Jacob (Nahman, p. 729)

This week in the slow read of The Books of Jacob (chapter 12):

• Yearning for certainty

• Imagining the Holy Mother or Shekhinah from that yearning

• The ‘constellation novel’ &

• Liquid Modernity