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IN THE COUNTRY OF LAST THINGS
Review by Lisa Lofors
A book about meaninglessness as a way of living, loving, dying.
The tiniest things can be the difference between life and death. The second of a minute can be the first second of love and of sorrow.
The struggle itself, so meaningful and at the same time so meaningless. And yeat ther is this light in the dark. Shimmering shivering, coming towards You. Vanishing. Frightening. Desirable. Fragile. Frozen.
Little me, little You: Small as a bananaflie.
Smash You are dead.
So many - and with no future.
Crying, playing, vanishing within seconds.
With no traces.
Strindberg said: "It ´s a pity about us humans"
Paul Auster says the same thing, in a low voice in another time.
With more warmth, with no anger with a smooth voice.
How come?
Be careful out there.
Tomorrow would probably be a little too late.