I put this book ony to-read list nearly ten years ago, I think. I liked it a lot. The people in it and the worldviews they have are--ones that my existence would be a disappointment to, that I could only exist on the periphery of. It was interesting to inhabit them, for a while. ( )

I liked these - they were tough and strange and beautiful. ( )

Smart, but not enjoyable. I read the first two and the last and had enough.
And I'm still trying to remember what Bloom I loved enough to grab everything else I could find by her....

I don't even know what I can say about this book to do it justice. Each story was so moving, some left me breathless, others like sharp talons were tearing at my heart. ( )

A blind man can see how much I love you is a set of careful observations of the emotional lives of ordinary people pushed beyond their comfort zone. Among others, there’s a parent coming to terms with her daughter’s sex change; a woman unexpectedly dishing out petty class-based revenge; a lesbian cancer patient finding herself attracted to a male friend, and a woman working through a miscarriage.

These characters are carefully drawn with words and sentences that are precisely sparse enough. Bloom’s language is a tightly focused one, favouring minimalism over quantity as she throws her characters off the deep end. In A blind man… Bloom has penned a series of resolutely crafted stories that successfully pack a film’s worth of emotional developments into a few pages. ( )