Waiting for Tomorrow
Nathacha Appanah, Trans. by Geoffrey Strachan
“Anita is sitting, or rather crouching, hugging her upraised legs, head lowered, forehead resting on her knees, inhaling her own warm vanilla scent.”
“Anita is sitting, or rather crouching, hugging her upraised legs, head lowered, forehead resting on her knees, inhaling her own warm vanilla scent.”
“A few years ago, following the modest success of a book I had edited, I was invited to give a series of lectures at a university in a small and somewhat remote city in central Europe which I shall not name.”
“Mother says: Life is made like string. We need to braid it until we can no longer distinguish its threads from our fingers.”