The protagonist...does not reveal his name, and can’t remember much about his accident; but its lasting effects are all too clear to him: intensive physiotherapy has left him conscious of every little movement he makes, and he longs for the days when he could perform action without thinking – the days when he felt real. A settlement has left our man rich to the tune of eight-and-a-half million pounds, and he wonders what to do with it all. Then one night, at a party, he recalls in great detail a flat he used to live in, where he felt real in a way he doesn’t now. He resolves to recreate those surroundings – right down to the sounds, smells, and neighbours – in the hope of capturing that feeling once again. And he doesn’t stop there…
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INS (Tom McCarthy)
Alma Books
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