by César Aira, Chris Andrews
I'm about to pick my life up and start again, 2,000km away in the tropics. I want to take all of Aira's books with me to be the books I look back on as symbolic of this time. There's a warm, easygoing, daydreamy sensibility to the writing that I could happily bathe in. There's a pragmatism to the ch...
Ghosts. Ghosts everywhere. Ghosts hovering in the corners of an unfinished building, on its roof, telling time, extending invitations, calling. The titular ghosts, the characters rendered ghostlike by their appearance then disappearance from the story. The ghost of a story hovering over the text—to ...
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