By J. M. Coetzee
Nobel Laureate and two-time Booker prize-winning writer of shame and The lifestyles and instances of Michael ok, J. M. Coetzee tells the impressive tale of a state gripped in brutal apartheid in his Sunday exhibit e-book of the 12 months award-winner Age of Iron.
In Cape city, South Africa, an aged classics professor writes a letter to her far away daughter, recounting the unusual and hectic occasions of her death days. She has been against the lies and the brutality of apartheid all her existence, yet now she reveals herself coming head to head with its real horrors: the hounding by means of the police of her servant's son, the burning of a close-by black township, the homicide via safety forces of a teenage activist who seeks shelter in her apartment. via all of it, her merely spouse, the single individual to whom she will confess her mounting anger and depression, is a homeless guy who in the future looks on her doorstep.
In Age of Iron, J. M. Coetzee brings his searing perception and masterful keep watch over of language to endure on one of many darkest episodes of our times.
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