Kavan's masterstroke of slipstream sci-fi occupies a deeply strange and liminal space between Clarice Lispector at her most bizarre, Lost Highway, and Ballard's catastrophe novels. It’s part road novel and part polit-eco-disaster fantasia, where the unnamed search for the misremembered. All things exist at the edge of memory, and we're never sure whether its reality or dream we're trying to escape. A dark gem from a writer too long relegated to the realm of the forgotten.
Picked by Jarrod in Fort Greene