Burmese Days

The debut novella from one of contemporary fictions most exciting young voices now in a new edition. Salem Massachusetts 1851 McGlue is in the hold still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientationhe may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. Asail on the high seas of literary tradition Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knifesharp voyage through the fogs of recollection. They said Ive done something wrong . . . And theyve just left me down here to starve. Theyll see this inanition and be so damned theyll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them . . . the entire world one by one. Like a good priest Ill pat their heads and nod. Ill dunk my skull into a barrel of gin.