What I’m Reading: Ahmed Bouanani’s THE HOSPITAL
Bleak, hallucinatory, full of all sorts of squalid foulness and sacrilege. I dug it.
A couple of examples of the prose:
I was reborn, quite despite myself, in a worn down universe, amid a vanquished, humiliated humanity, resigned to an absurd destiny of flowering graves that led to an uncertain future in intolerable paradises.
How long did I wander in a panic, pursued by howls and death rattles, the cracking of vertebrae, the plop-plop of brains marinating in the celestial muck?