![]() We, like Alina’s mother, are a threat to be kept our place, a safe distance away. ![]() Although, in Communist Romania, as distance is one of the best form’s of defence, I can’t help but thinking there is more that is intentional in this slim novella than might first meet the eye. ![]() The protagonist remains somewhat distant throughout Bottled Goods perhaps a side-effect of the (intentional) naivety of the language, the alien bewilderment Alina so obviously feels for the regime she is stuck inside. (A feeling heightened by the quaintness of the size and design of the Fairlight Moderns edition: you feel more wholesome simply holding it.) You’re dancing along in the half-poetic-haze of short sentences, well-chosen words from the less obscure end of the vocabulary range, and a wonderful rhythm of punctuation– highly sophisticated starts and stops. You’re not expecting anything bad to happen. ![]() The charm of Van Llewyn’s writing lies in the simplicity of the language. ![]()
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