This month we are reading one of my favourite pieces of fiction published in 2017, Annie Harwicz’s blistering novella Die, My Love.
Die, My Love is a dark whirlwind of a novel. With shades of Han Kang’s The Vegetarian, it is an immediate and unrelenting plunge into intensity, though the weight of humanity that anchors every beautiful sentence is never lost. Detailing a young woman’s conscious uncoupling from a reality she doesn’t want, the prose follows the spin of her thoughts into the twisted clarity of desperation. Every fragmented reflection is pregnant with deep pain and uncomfortable beauty. Poetic, evocative, exquisite.
This is a relaxed evening of conversation over tea, coffee, wine and a selection of snacks.