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.”
“As the story unfolds, we are given different versions of the same events, in different lights and at slightly different angles.”
“His idiot eyes saw nothing. He was looking at him, the mayor seated on the bench, but without really seeing him. His mouth remained half-open, sluggish, as if the lower lip were too heavy. As if someone had emptied out his brain through the nostrils, with a straw.”