“There is a plague called man.”
I just finished reading Jakov Lind’s Landscape in Concrete—holy fuck! what a book!: as if a womb were to suddenly devour the baby in the final stage of pregnancy; as if everything was digesting everything, perpetually.
I might feature some passages, but it’s such a cascade. If you like Bernhard (e.g., Gargoyles), try this one by Lind.
(Image: 1966 Grove Press edition; no artist credit, could be Lind)
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