11/02/2019
In one paragraph so much of complexity captured so effortlessly simply, poetically, the way only the great Master Naipaul can.
“She was without memory: Roche had decided that some time ago. She was without consistency or even coherence. She knew only what she was and what she had been born to; to this knowledge she was tethered; it was her stability, enabling her to adventure in security. Adventuring, she was indifferent, perhaps blind, to the contradiction between what she said and what she was so secure of being; and this indifference or blindness, this absence of the sense of the absurd, was part of her unavailability.”
―from GUERRILLAS (1975) by V. S. Naipaul
A novel of colonialism and revolution, death, sexual violence and political and spiritual impotence. READ more here: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/119614/guerrillas-by-v-s-naipaul/