At this point, even those who haven’t read The Passion According to G.H., by Clarice Lispector, knows what it’s about: the sculptor G.H., a beautiful woman from Rio elite, enters the room of the recently fired maid and experiences an upside-down epiphany when she comes across a cockroach. She dives herself into the wild heart of life. More important than this scarce excerpt is what the writer makes of it: a desperate search to transcend the limits of verbal language, through a writing that unravels and remakes itself at all times.