Serious readers and serious writers have a contract with each other,’ Deborah Levy once wrote. ‘We live through the same historical events, and the same Pepsi ads. Writers and readers, nervously sharing this all too fluid world, circle each other to find out what the hell is going on.’
Figuring out what the hell is going on within the fluid worlds of Levy’s fiction is not always straightforward.
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