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To Nora Iuga, literature, love, eroticism and death go together and even grow interwoven, becoming interdependent. Nora Iuga speaks openly of her age – she is now 83 – but also of sexuality. Also of the eroticism of old age – a subject which many consider taboo, but which is absolutely real. She writes of […]

“And suddenly I saw comrade Weed get up fast in the moonlight, and I heard a Jesus-fuckin’-Christ immediately muffled by the mat-lined earthen walls. That’s when I made out my friend’s greenish, frozen face, her eyelids lowered, her mouth gasping for air like a fish in an aquarium without water.” An excerpt from the novel […]