the last book I ever read (César Aira's The Seamstress and the Wind, excerpt seven)

from The Seamstress and the Wind by César Aira:

It really was horrible. Like an abstract painting, a Kandinsky. And it was shrieking:

“I’m going to kill you! Carrion! Wretch!”

“No! No!”

“Yes! I’m going to kill you!”

“Aaaah!”

“Aaaaaaah!”