“I’m on display here, you fool. I’m wearing my best dress, simple, posh, fresh like fresh fruit, flammable, cling-wrapped to protect it from vagrants, cool like a crouching leopard with taut muscles. And the first words you shoot at me are Hi, Paula, feeling better now?
A cheeky question. As inappropriate as the cheap tablecloths with their tiny, unobtrusive Coca Cola logo, arrogant as your slut’s grin.”
From the excerpt of Ondrej Štefánik’s novel My Name is Paula translated from the Slovak by Julia and Peter Sherwood.
Read more of B O D Y’s Slovak Fiction Week:
“On a Tram” by Dušan Mitana
My review of an anthology of Slovak fiction: Into the Spotlight
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