This World Does Not Belong to Us
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Publisher Description
SHORTLISTED FOR THE TA FIRST TRANSLATION PRIZE * SHORTLISTED FOR THE PREMIO VALLE INCLAN
SECRETS AND REVENGE CONVERGE IN THIS CHILLING TALE FROM A BREAKOUT NEW LATIN AMERICAN VOICE
'A deliciously menacing read which I just couldn't put down.' Jan Carson, author of The Raptures
Many years have passed since Lucas was expelled from his childhood home by Felisberto and Eloy, the two strangers who arrived uninvited and slowly, insidiously, made it their own. Now Lucas is back, fully grown and intent on claiming his rightful inheritance.
But he is not interested in the house as it once was, nor in his mother's lovingly planted flowerbeds - now conquered by weeds - nor in the lavish portraits covering every wall. Lucas belongs to a darker world, one crawling with the only creatures he really trusts: insects. As the house crumbles before his eyes, Lucas turns to the allies of his underground kingdom to help him take revenge.
Weaving together past and present like a spider's web, This World Does Not Belong to Us is a spine-tingling story of human greed, from a masterful new literary voice.
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Ecuadorian writer García Freire debuts with the disquieting and visceral story of a banished son's revenge. Lucas, the strange, insect-obsessed son of a violent father and abused madwoman, returns to the manor house of his childhood after years away, including some time spent in slavery. The setting is atmospheric though opaque—there's an "old gramophone" but no cars yet. He encounters Eloy and Felisberto, two unsavory men who arrived as guests in his youth. In monologues, he blames his father for allowing them to take over the property, where his mother's gardens and father's grave are overgrown. Now, his return signals the end of their reign. As Lucas plots to reclaim his home, he addresses his dead father about what happened and who he's become: "For now, I'm as docile and obedient as a circus animal. Circus animals plan great catastrophes, which is why they're kept in cages." The property's insect inhabitants are ever present, some even personified, like the spider whom Lucas names Señorita Nancy, and they offer fodder for Lucas's potent meditation ("When I felt... as alone as a beetle inside an egg that never hatches, all I wanted was to return to this house"). García Freire unearths a brilliant sense of the miraculous from the swarming and putrid subject matter. The result is beautifully macabre.
