Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
Miguel Gomes is a troll which is probably why this is my favorite part of the trilogy. It is the section that goes serious about things that really matter to Gomes, the question about what means to be a natural storyteller at this moment in Portuguese history and the ultimate isolation he feels and those annoying Chaffinches just allow him a way to connect that the previous tales never do. My friend Helio mentioned that the king should have executed Scheherazade by day 520 and he probably should but I applaud Gomes for just following the muse as far as it takes as dull as most of it was. I confess I crack a big smile when it turn out the chinese woman story was just a quick diversion and we were back to those damn chaffinches again, what can I say I dig perversity for perversity sake.