Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out A Novel

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My story starts on January 1, 1950. In the two years preceding that, I

suffered cruel torment, for example, no man can envision the entrails of

damnation. Each time I was brought under the steady gaze of the court, I

announced my blamelessness in the grave and moving, sad and hopeless

tones that entered each fissure of Lord Yama’s Audience Halland bounced

back in layered echoes.