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By J. M. Coetzee

In Cape city, South Africa, an previous lady is demise of melanoma. A classics professor, Mrs. Curren has been against the lies and brutality of apartheid all her existence, yet has lived insulated from its actual horrors. Now she is unexpectedly pressured to come back to phrases with the iron-hearted rage that the procedure has wrought. In a longer letter addressed to her daughter, who has lengthy considering the fact that fled to the USA, Mrs. Curren recounts the unusual occasions of her loss of life days. She witnesses the burning of a close-by black township and discovers the bullet-riddled physique of her servant's son. A teenage black activist hiding in her home is killed by way of protection forces. and during all of it, her in simple terms spouse, the one individual to whom she will confess her mounting anger and depression, is a homeless guy, an alcoholic, who someday seems on her doorstep.

Brilliantly crafted and resonant with metaphor, Age of Iron is "a beautifully discovered novel whose truths lower to the bone." (The ny occasions ebook Review)

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