E' il titolo del racconto di Ben Marcus che appare questa settimana sul New Yorker. Non l'ho ancora letto, ma ho letto l'intervista a Marcus di Deborah Treisman. Alla prima domanda lo scrittore risponde con un fantastico, lapidario umorismo (un anticipo del tono del racconto? Promette bene, dunque.)
Q. In "Rollingwood," you imagine several days in the life of a single father who encounters obstacles at every turn: a child who may be ailing, an ex-wife who disappears, a carpool that fails to show up, an office daycare that's mysteriously closed, a boss who purposefully misunderstands the situation. ... Was Kafka an inspiration for you here?
Q. In "Rollingwood," you imagine several days in the life of a single father who encounters obstacles at every turn: a child who may be ailing, an ex-wife who disappears, a carpool that fails to show up, an office daycare that's mysteriously closed, a boss who purposefully misunderstands the situation. ... Was Kafka an inspiration for you here?
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