“I’ve had a father. That father was neither a hero — though all his life he fought the shadow within him — nor an ordinary man. But he has bequeathed to me a heroic world, an infinite, labile, opaque, and teeming world, full of pitfalls and side-lines, hard shoulders and vanishing points — monsters too, and more or less amenable ghosts — and, with this world, the desire to walk through and describe it.”
— Gwenaëlle Aubry, No One. I think this is already going to be one of favorite books.