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T. F. Powys - He sets his tales in a grotesquely exaggerated rural landscape, not because he has any nostalgia for the way of life it may once have contained, but because, by doing so, he is free to strip human beings down to their barest elements - their lust, greed, cruelty and stupidity, and the mixture of dread and yearning

Gonzalo C. Garcia - At twenty-seven, single again after a brief shared life of haute cuisine and cushions, Tomás is in a weird in-between state where he doesn't know the rules, worries about how boring he is and that he's at an age where people start to dress like their parents. He continually gets himself tangled in lies, and caught up in unfortunate situations because he wants to avoid an uncomfortable conversation or he's putting things off.

Ania Walwicz - Work crosses boundaries between poetics, theory and autobiography. An opera of the self. I am the diva. Dark comedy and terror of psychoanalysis comes to life here. A learning experience. Layered text. I become the Doctor. The composition of the self. The work of memory, charm and play