![]() ![]() In this respect, a lot of the ‘travel’ Tokarczuk writes about is banal moving from A to B. ![]() ‘Travel’ is having a set of rich experiences on the way, which is hardly possible in a Ford Fiesta on the A417. it was journey, but I wouldn’t call it travel. Not an easy one and I think Olga Tokarczuk copped out (though, presumably, it was her idea).įirstly, I’d ask, how much of this is about travel? and how much is actually about the physical act of a person moving from A to B―an activity which can usually hardly be dignified with the term, ‘travel’? I’ve just driven back from Gloucester. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a ‘novel’, about ‘travel in the twenty-first century and human anatomy’. Olga Tokarczuk, Flights (2007), translated Jennifer Croft, Fitzcarraldo editions (2017) ![]()
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