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Lyrical & creepy. More of Coetzee‘s distant objects of desire & ardent, pitiable men. Deconstructing Dante w/ a banal Beatrice. Allegory?—an aging Coetzee telling the WORLD “I love you, I desire you, remember me when I‘m gone?” But maybe that‘s too generous. Also: pity is an uncomfortable place. Without the release of farce or melodrama, an empty grand passion is hard to sit with. Maybe that‘s the point. Strange book. Language & translation. 2023
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