Saturday, May 16, 2020

the last book I ever read (Optic Nerve by María Gainza, excerpt thirteen)

from Optic Nerve by María Gainza (Translated by Thomas Bunstead):

After testing positive for HIV he moved back in with his parents: “My family welcomed me, but my sheets were sent out for cleaning every morning in case anyone caught anything.” There was a portrait of James Lynch in the family living room, an ancestor who had been a mayor of Galway in the fifteenth century and had sentenced his own son to hang for murder. It is since then that killing someone without a legal trial has been known as “lynching.”

“Every family has its own way of lynching. My family invented the genre, so you can imagine how long I lasted at home. And that was how I wound up living on a ranch, rented from the Church.”

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