Each Day is a Tree That Falls

This is the title of a book by Gabrielle Wittkop.

No, I’d not heard of it either. Neither the title nor the writer. I find an excerpt in the latest copy of the very excellent Sonofabook magazine

http://www.cbeditions.com/magazine.html

The book was published postumously: “…a celebratiion of death and life , Eros and Thanatos, beauty and ugliness…”

‘India

Pages torn from the secret narrative of a journey through India.’ – this is an excerpt – ‘Recapitulative notes inseparable from the figure of the Canadian sales representative, if only for his role as a simple informer.’

A first meeting takes place in the post office on the M.I. Road. I am on my way


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