Forget magical realism, or surrealism, or whatever it is. I keep forgetting about the existence of unreliable narrators. It confuses the whole thing. I'm fed up with my inability to see that stuff coming like a normal person would.
Also, Ursula LeGuin's Western Shore books, Gifts, Voices, and Powers, are really, really good.
I'm sorry, I don't have a lot else in me right now; sick, tired, pregnant.