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The Love of Singular Men
The Love of Singular Men | Victor Heringer
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The gripping English debut of the famous and hugely talented Brazilian writer Victor Heringer, who died tragically young. In the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro, one summer in the 1970s, a family—a husband and wife, their daughter, and their crippled teenage son Camilo—take in an orphan named Cosme. The boys unexpectedly fall in love, but an act of violence shatters their intimate world and changes their lives forever. Decades later, when Camilo returns to his hometown, he is haunted by his first love and the long shadow of Brazil’s military dictatorship. At once an incisive and unforgiving study of Brazilian society and a fluid, queer coming-of-age story, Victor Heringer’s exhilarating and moving novel is worthy of Machado de Assis.
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Every year is alike: a few days before Christmas, the downpour begins and only stops just before New Year. The filthy water, regurgitated by the drains, floods the streets and invades the houses. Later the reporters arrive to ask if we've lost everything. They film our faces in close-up, hoping we'll cry. 'How are you feeling, senhora?', 'What does it feel like?'

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We had no idea of the problems that had plagued our parents' marriage in recent months. We didn't even know who ran the country. We lived under the weird dictatorship of childhood: we looked but didn't see, listened but under- stood nothing, spoke and were largely ignored. But we were happy under that regime. Like a thick shroud, the fabric of our young lives shielded us completely.

Suet624 This sounds interesting. Enjoying it? 9mo
charl08 @Suet624 definitely interesting! I wrote a longer review on LT. https://www.librarything.com/work/21810681/reviews/257975342 9mo
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