Monday, July 20, 2026

the last book I ever read (Flesh: A Novel by David Szalay, excerpt one)

from Flesh: A Novel (2025 Booker Prize Winner) by David Szalay:

To the extent that he thinks about it at all, he thinks of the job at the winery as a very temporary thing, something he will do for a few months maybe, just until he finds something else.

Except that he isn’t actually trying to find anything else.

It’s like he’s waiting for something else to find him. Or not even that. He isn’t really thinking about the future at all.



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