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By J. M. Coetzee

In Cape city, South Africa, an outdated girl is demise of melanoma.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 real horrors. Now she is unexpectedly pressured to come back to phrases with the iron-hearted rage that the process has wrought. In a longer letter addressed to her daughter, who has lengthy seeing that fled to the United States, Mrs. Curren recounts the unusual occasions of her demise 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 significant other, the one individual to whom she will be able to confess her mounting anger and depression, is a homeless guy, an alcoholic, who someday seems to be on her doorstep.

Brilliantly crafted and resonant with metaphor, Age of Iron is "a fantastically discovered novel whose truths reduce to the bone." (The big apple occasions ebook Review)

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