Название | We, The Survivors |
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Автор произведения | Tash Aw |
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Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780008318567 |
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Version: 2019-02-27
For Francis
‘Here we received the first blows: and it was so new and senseless that we felt no pain, neither in body nor in spirit. Only a profound amazement: how can one hit a man without anger?’
Primo Levi, If This is a Man
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
I. October
II. November
III. December
IV. January
About the Author
By the same Author
About the Publisher
October 2nd
You want me to talk about life, but all I’ve talked about is failure, as if they’re the same thing, or at least so closely entwined that I can’t separate the two – like the trees you see growing in the half-ruined buildings in the Old Town. Roots clinging to the outside of the walls, holding the bricks and stone and whatever remains of the paint together, branches pushing through holes in the roof. Sometimes there’s almost nothing left of the roof, if