![]() ![]() We are many souls inside one and only leathern bag: was this not, among others, the “lesson” we learned from tragedy? If, however, ancient tragedy shows us that the body pays with its disintegration for the emergence of personality and its right to pursue desire, the contemporary tragedy that Lyacos portrays reveals to us a human subject that can no longer focus on its center of gravity. The soul’s bone has broken and circulates like a clot in the body, the body nevertheless remaining unchanged. ![]() Lyacos’ hell is a valley of transmutations right to the point where the match has gone out and identity, memory and existence are lost. There are no cast-out angels here, rivers of blood and lava, lashes and cauldrons. Every page of the volume is a flaring match and for as long as it lasts it reveals before your eyes a fragment of hell. Reading Z213: EXIT by Dimitris Lyacos you feel like the book’s anonymous narrator. ![]() An alien sentence comes and sticks in your mind. Pieces missing, empty pages, match, again. Some lines you manage, they are gone, another match, again. As much as you have time to see in the room that flares and fizzles out. UNSHORED FRAGMENTS: LYACOS’ POST-TRAGIC TRILOGY reviewed by Ilias BistolasĪs long as a match stays alight. ![]()
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