North Station
Bae Suah, trans. Deborah Smith
“I liked to talk about dreams. For lovers, Freud was a gypsy of romance and sensual desire, part fortune-teller, part lute-carrying poet, and the manufacturer of a wonder drug. ”
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A Natural
Ross Raisin
“A few drivers had slowed to look up at the side of the coach as it circled the roundabout.”
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