One does not understand the sanctity of the title, though the novel is near-excellent. 
 While pure being allows for self-consciousness, it may be so simplistic that it leads to near anonymity. Is it commendable to be like that in our world? - this seems to be one of the questions. 
 The writer is writing as the reader is reading. Lispector's interventions are very well done / managed. For formal rigour and philosophical inquiry, the novel could stand with the very best.