This year, we begin a new tradition and ask a handful of English-language publishers to look back at 2017, focusing as ever on Quebec fiction.
“We lived in the most wonderful anarchy, and I loved that house. The doors slammed, the stairs trembled, the walls shook, life stamped its feet with impatience.”
“It gets steep. Very steep. I can’t see the end of the incline. It’s really long. Félix takes off like a shot. I hate him.”
“This is such a depressing waste of time,” he concludes. “This isn’t my life. My life is going nowhere working on art stuff. How do I get back to my life?”