Lost Paradise: A Novel

By Cees Nooteboom, Susan Massotty

In Lost Paradise, Nooteboom units out to attach likely unrelated strangers whom he has glimpsed on his travels, and to discover the main influence that small interactions could have at the process our journeys.

A appealing lady aboard a Berlin-bound flight turns into Alma, a tender woman who leaves her mom and dad' Sao Paolo domestic on a sizzling summer season evening in a healthy of melancholy. Her vehicle engine dies in a single of the city's most threatening favelas, a mob surrounds her, and she or he is pulled from the car. to flee her reminiscence of the attack, she flees internationally, to Australia, the place she turns into fascinated by the gorgeous yet strange Angel undertaking. no longer lengthy after, Dutch literary critic Erik Zontag is in Perth, Australia, for a convention. He has chanced on a winged lady curled up in a closet in an empty residence. He reaches out, and for a moment permits his fingertips to sweep her feathers—and then she speaks. The intersection in their paths illuminates the extreme coincidences that propel our lives.

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841 Broadway big apple, long island 10003 dispensed via Publishers staff West www. groveatlantic. com 07 08 09 10 eleven 12 10 nine eight 7 6 five four three 2 1 desk OF CONTENTS half 01 1 2 three four five 6 7 eight nine 10 eleven 12 thirteen 14 15 half 02 1 2 three four five 6 7 eight nine 10 eleven 12 thirteen 14 15 Epilogue Any resemblance during this novel to residing folks is natural likelihood, except a person insists on recognising them selves or others, during which case they need to be warned that fictional characters should be topic to a lack of fact.

There's a lot I don’t comprehend. one can find throughout our faces, yet now not via his. His face may well besides be made up of onyx – it unearths not anything. the place does he come from? He confirmed me a map of Australia. It had a similar regularly occurring form – one of those snoozing ox with no head – yet rather than the standard barriers, there have been colored components with the names of indigenous peoples – Ngaanyatjarra, Wawula, Pitjantjatjara – who've turn into extinct or may perhaps even nonetheless be alive, for all i do know. each one identify represents a language, residing or lifeless.

Probably he was once attempting to make anything transparent to me, whatever i'd relatively now not understand. but if evening falls and the nonsense is finished with, we're by myself back with the silence and immensely few phrases. I by no means knew phrases may be so few and much among. yet that's effective with me. Or is it? Is there this kind of factor as pornography with no the porn? easily an idea on your head, and not using a image photograph? natural pornography of the brain, or of a state of affairs, within which a lie alterations each circulate, kiss, caress and climax into anything else, whatever obscene and perverse?

Hiya, Dutchie! ’ the Dane shouted, and he driven a woman into his palms. the woman instantly extricated herself, glared at him in a drunken rage and spat at the flooring. The Dane began to drag him away, yet all of the sudden she was once there, as though she were maintaining a tally of him all alongside. They headed out in the direction of the seashore. in every single place he appeared, humans and angels have been mendacity within the sand. He heard the sound of breaking glass and laughter, and observed the sparkling suggestions of cigarettes. humans have been guffawing, consuming, kissing.

That’s hardly ever a information merchandise. You knew that ahead of you got here. ’ ‘Yes, yet no longer that it's going to appear like this. Like a concen- tration camp with out the fences. you could odor the beer a mile off. ’ ‘You sound like an Australian. I’ve heard them say thousand instances . . . There are Aborigines on the position the place I paintings. ’ ‘Sure, within the kitchen. Washing dishes and engaging in the garbage. ’ ‘They’re great men. ’ ‘I’m certain they're. have you ever talked to them? have you ever requested them the place they’re from? ’ yet I hadn’t talked to them.

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