C.SeanMcGee is an Irish/ Australian novelist/philosopher etching stories in a tiny town in the Brazilian countryside called Araraquara, a place where the air constantly stings with the smell of burned oranges, where the sun offers little respite, coming and going, painting the trail of clouds with its picturesque red and orange hue, and where Sartre himself chose to diverge his famed Brazilian discourse away from beaches and the choking populous, in favor of cobbled roads and the ubiquitous Baroque acrhitecture and devilish sculptures.
C.SeanMcGee writes what he penned as Strange Literary Fiction, a blend of articulate literation and concise philosophy. His stories range from distopian fiction in the realm of classic works to philosophical and political satire, through to black comedy and even neck tingling horror, of the subtle and more perturbing kind..
Where to start reviewing this tale? The story starts off by giving us a view of the world through the eyes of the little boy Alex. I find this part endearing, being a parent myself (albeit somewhat disturbing). However, as the story progresses and Alex winds up in the dungeon, the events grow increasingly darker. This Gruff persona puts the reader constantly off-balance: is he nice, is he bad, is he a victim? The truth seems to twist and turn on every page, which makes this a bona fide page-turner. Highly recommended (for people who are not easily shocked).
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