“This isn’t the placelessness of a fellow modernist writer like Kafka, but more closely resembles that of a hyperrealistic painting, where the attention to detail – the glint of light on a bottle, the folds of skin on the figure’s neck – obscure any sign of the surroundings. Felsen isn’t looking at the world through a wide-angle lens but a microscope, one pointed deep within himself.”
– from my review of Deceit by Yuri Felsen, translated from the Russian by Bryan Karetnyk.
The review is just out in Transitions.
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