Illicit love and the savagery of self-loathing
Apr 11, 2022
2 minutes
By Barry Pierce
A brilliantly conflicting work in which Statovci manages to bottle the rampant uneasiness of a fraught era
There has been much discourse in the literary press recently about the perceived inability of young male novelists to break through. Be it because young men aren’t attracted to such a precarious profession any more, or that the industry
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