Since this narrator reptilianashamed of possessing a selfish nature, this instinct, she will say, which saves her and defeats her, until this moment spent in the Basementin which a woman welcomes death without knowing it, passing through the momentary resurrection of Nancy Spungen, I’m the one who wants to save her skin, reveals a frontal writing, straightforward and driven by an acute obsession with suffering. In this first collection of short stories, Fanie Demeule recounts death and life without taboos, dissects the flesh, the human, in the manner of Poe, evokes paintings that are both festive and horrible — in the lead Wake, which plunges the reader into a nightmarish universe, unreal, macabre scenes reminiscent of certain paintings by Brueghel the Elder. Through these 15 short stories — of varying interest — the author thus points the radar to horror and fear with a notable predilection for the dark side of life, which is “just a bridge”, will say the narrator of “Relics“. “Cross it, but do not make it your home”. To meditate.
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