Description After the war, I thought all that was left was ashes, hollow ruins .
Published in the aftermath of Mozambique\'s bloody civil war, Mia Couto\'s third collection seeks out the places violence could not reach, the places where, the author writes, "every man is the same: pretending he\'s here, dreaming of going away, and plotting his return." Shifting.
Where man remains, a seed, too, survives, a dream to inseminate time.
Today, I know that\'s not true. . .
Description After the war, I thought all that was left was ashes, hollow ruins