Trans. Sophie Hughes, whose translation is pleasingly, eccentrically scabrous in the second, long chapter. It is another of those books — I’m bumping into these a lot lately — that lean into single run-on pages-long sentences. This seems to be A Thing again, perhaps since Mathias Enard’s epic ZONE.
“…all five of them packed together in a single body, all five of them surrounded by blow flies, finally recognized what was peeping out from the yellow foam on the water’s surface: the rotten face of a corpse floating among the rushes and the plastic bags swept in from the road on the breeze, the dark mask seething under a myriad of black snakes, smiling.”
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