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Oxana is Ukrainian. Pedro is from Portugal. Oxana’s family betrays her. She leaves her country, but cannot escape its micro or macro past. She runs from her family and finds Pedro. Pedro is soft. Oxana is razor sharp. Pedro runs from each and every albatross. They merge benignly. Family members die. The past lives. Oxana searches for paternal guidance. Pedro searches for his manhood. The nations and families mirror and complement one another. They destroy themselves, and destroy one other. The story begins:“Oxana’s serving apron lay stained and soiled, a toiler’s trophy. The waitress ensnares her end-of-shift, on-the-house cup. She sips her smoldering caprice, slowly adding more clumpy chunks of sugar to her foamless latte. She waits. She sips. She sneaks a second black and white cookie. She gulps. Nazar waves her into the back office. The perspiring café owner looks down at his gleaming watch and shimmering phone. He evades eye contact, sliding over a crisp envelope of crumpled Ukrainian Hryvnya with the right, scratching his sweaty bald temples with the right. Oxana looks down as Nazar silently sends her away, pushing her out onto Halych Street and into Ivano-Frankivsk’s Ploshcha Rynok (the main Market Square). Oxana presses her pursed pouch of cash closely to her breast. Her mind flutters with new skirts, high heels, first proper stockings and daubs of French cosmetics. The Market Square runway awaits her. Her threadbare but clean shoes step onto and off of Trolley-Bus 147, whisking her up musty, Soviet steps. The concrete, dark and misshapen, barely lit, conceals and absorbs oceans of despair and specs of patriarchal blood. The front door to the family flat teeters, unhinged, closed but open. Oxana enters. Her mother’s hands cup her sodden face, rocking her shaking head and torso up and to the left, down and to the right, back up and down again and again. Her tattered house dress and red hands mirror the splattered face of her husband. Oxana’s father lies on the floor, left eye pulverized and exanimate, asymmetrical to the right, caved and limp. Oxana explodes.”The father dies and the story begins.

Detalhes do Produto

    • Ano de Edição: 2016
    • Ano:  2016
    • País de Produção: Brazil
    • Código de Barras:  2001052405537
    • ISBN:  9781508045076

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