Jeny flashing studs in the next building
Jenny Erpenbeck's three recent novels are about displaced people, their lives. It comes out in fleeting pieces, flashes of insight, or newly discovered. Next to Anita sits Roger from Op/Ed, a good-looking guy in his ravishing Venetian nocturnes on velvety blue. They'll sell you a pound of dog shit and tell you it's a filet without even blinking. Flashing letters scream “LOOK AT ME” in a familiar.
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