The brief encounter, in a public park, of a 20-year-old girl and a somewhat older travelling salesman. Maybe we are witnessing the birth of a love. But that is not the point. What matters is that in these shared moments, in these exchanged silences, they will reach both a absolute form of exile and a form of deep communion. The night can come, the square can close. A novel written entirely in dialogue.
The brief encounter, in a public park, of a 20-year-old girl and a somewhat older travelling salesman. Maybe we are witnessing the birth of a love. But that is not the point. What matters is that in these shared moments, in these exchanged silences, they will reach both a absolute form of exile and a form of deep communion. The night can come, the square can close. A novel written entirely in dialogue.