The Doll is full of compelling details of life in a changing Albania, as the citizenry come to terms with various hues of communist rule under Soviet-backed Enver Hoxha. ... The Doll is rich with such touches, alongside many of Kadare’s familiar concerns – with the folkloric roots of modern life, say, or the absurdity of Albanian politics. However, the poignant observation, bitter irony and misspoken fear running through the narrator’s central relationship with his mother, a woman secretly terrified of being disowned as unworthy the moment her son achieves the fame he so desires, are what dominate this fascinating study of a difficult love.
The reader may feel a greater jolt of sympathy for this lonely, terrified young woman who entered her indomitable mother-in-law's vast, stony house in Gjirokastra as a 17-year-old bride having barely met her husband, and who for years struggled with overwhelming feelings of inadequacy in the face of her son's growing intellectual precocity.
The book is full of abrupt, disorientating shifts in direction but its weird intimations of horror — the patriarchal family house has a dungeon and at one point Kadare's mother confesses the house is eating her alive — can only enrich our understanding and appreciation of Kadare's writing.