The Silence of the Wilting Skin by Tlotlo Tsamaase My rating: 2 of 5 stars This surrealist novella reads like a fever dream. There's a train that carries the dead and said train runs straight down the middle of a nameless city. On one side, the slums where our nameless narrator lives with her family (who also are not named), and the other side is the rich part where everyone who lives there is not Black. Nameless Narrator is visited by her dying grandmother's Dream-Skin (I don't know, don't ask) and is warned of...something? The language was intentionally vague and worked to confuse both the character and the reader. I'm going to guess the colonization attempt that took place shortly after. The non-Black side of town wants to demolish the train that they can't see. I don't remember why they can't see it, but I'm going to guess (I'm aware that I'm guessing a lot, but with intentionally vague language, what e...
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