Angst
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By Hélène Cixous and Sophie Lewis.
The following is an extract from from Angst by Hélene Cixous (Silver Press, 2026), trans. Sophie Lewis
As soon as the telephone thrummed, I knew. I was in the back bedroom. It was the last room in the world. At that time, the stories that came were telling me what they wanted. I could believe anything, for I’d stopped believing myself. Lying there, defenceless, without papers. Without remedy strong enough to keep me alive. Without being dead. But prey to the a
The following is an extract from from Angst by Hélene Cixous (Silver Press, 2026), trans. Sophie Lewis
As soon as the telephone thrummed, I knew. I was in the back bedroom. It was the last room in the world. At that time, the stories that came were telling me what they wanted. I could believe anything, for I’d stopped believing myself. Lying there, defenceless, without papers. Without remedy strong enough to keep me alive. Without being dead. But prey to the a
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