Primitive

‘There is the same tone and what happens to who. Toronto, Berlin or anywhere, things happen, nothing redeems. The gaze is cinematic, precisely intimate yet distant all at once. It is like flipping through channels. It is a film. It is not elegiac. It is not sleeping. The artefacts of the middle class are restless, their hallways and wallpaper, streets and shoes. This book is their theatre; we don’t need a TV.’ — Erin Moure