Posts tagged Anne Richter
No one reads Anne Richter.
“The title story in her latest collection, L’Ange hurleur [The Screaming Angel], begins, ‘Clara had a red fox in her breast that would gnaw at her heart. She was born that way, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.’”
From a series of posts on Small Beer’s Note a Journal: Some Notes on the Belgian School of the Strange (3) by Edward Gauvin (translator of Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud’s A Life on Paper: Stories)