On Svetlana Alexievich's 'Second-hand Time', the strangeness of truth, the death of the novel, and the strangeness of ourselves
Secondhand Strangeness
Secondhand Strangeness
Secondhand Strangeness
On Svetlana Alexievich's 'Second-hand Time', the strangeness of truth, the death of the novel, and the strangeness of ourselves