‘I am a deceased writer not in the sense of one who has written and is now deceased, but in the sense of one who has died and is now writing’. So begins the posthumous memoir of Braz Cubas, a wealthy nineteenth-century Brazilian. While the grave m…
‘I am a deceased writer not in the sense of one who has written and is now deceased, but in the sense of one who has died and is now writing’. So begins the posthumous memoir of Braz Cubas, a wealthy nineteenth-century Brazilian. While the grave m…
