“I have this memory.” Thus begins Kate Zambreno’s Book of Mutter, opening with the sort of anecdote you […]
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Dialling a place we had never been to, an entity we didn’t know. It hurt to bend down, […]
“I have this memory.” Thus begins Kate Zambreno’s Book of Mutter, opening with the sort of anecdote you […]
Dialling a place we had never been to, an entity we didn’t know. It hurt to bend down, […]
