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'I'm not a faggot,' a man who fucks a man is a double man

The son seems to be the principal narrator, but then it's really hard to tell sometimes. There's a character key at the start, but otherwise very little help. When a novel is this confusing the reader gets a certain amount of latitude invent their own plot. I'm enjoying it.

" behind the bushes, the redhead with her freckles glowing, saying to Gabriela - This isn't the ... scratching a knee, forgetting me, the feeling that not even my shadow was left, searching for names and people without any shadow, too names or a recollection of names, people all dissolved into a fold in time"

"and in the meantime the two of us on our way to the sluiceway because sometimes a little fish or a frog or a bird, whoever catches the little fish or a frog or a bird wins, and the last one to get there it's well known is a faggot."

"- Do I love you? maybe replacing the words with a caress that would get lost on the back of your neck or your throat before going back to my cigarette, conscious of my age and an age like that carries with it bashfulness and fear, afraid of a heart rotting under a stone."

"so you're not sure that you have any flesh left, only teeth, only eye sockets and teeth gleaming with the astonishment skulls have, cover yourself with marigolds, pull the sheet up over your head, if the maid from the dining room says -Paulo don't answer, sink down into the mattress so you won't bump into the future, not your future, the other one's future, your future is all over."

drawing back toward the entrance offended, a faggot, a transvestite, a dead clown while God, in His pajamas, was spying on me in a seraphic heaven of the little attic window withour being able to see me, maybe if I called Him a freak, a fright, the feeling that He'd been in a hurry during creating everything in six days and a small guilty blessing,....

The more I read of this, the greater my already strong sense of alienation from people around me.

The story isn't coherent, but the language the author uses is beautiful.

It's difficult to keep up with who the narrator is. The person doesn't say and the thoughts are shared by all who narrate. Because of the confusion this causes, the story isn't very fluid and is hard to keep up with.

Quite a hard, dense read. I don't know when I'll be able to finish this, but my goal is to do so until the end of the year.

Tough read but I am working my way through it....am mesmerized...