"Because I understand now that all fathers have a god inside them and look down upon their sons like clay figurines, always incomplete, wanting to create them over and over in their own image and likeness. And these fathers condemn their sons: they send plagues and floods, they issue curses, before eventually forgiving them for their own vanity. And all men on earth are nothing but cracked and timorous clay sons who wander through life, now missing an arm, now a leg, now deformed. Yet nobody sees us."
Thank you, NetGalley and World Editions for the chance to read and review This World Does Not Belong to Us.
"One would think that, having held us inside it for so long, the least this house could do would be to conspire to entrap the intruders, like a spider: spinning its web and keeping them in there until they dried out. But houses also grow old and forget."
I'm generally a fan of homes that are haunted by the people who inhabit them, and Freire has a wonderful style of writing. That being said, I found this boring and struggled to get through the 160 pages. I prefer something that has more of a plot.
" "God sees all, Lucas," is what you always used to say. But I no longer believe this. God is far too prim and proper for that. The Devil, on the other hand, must be a real voyeur. And so am I."