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About Bari

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff. Been thinkin’ bout it since I saw *Toni Erdmann*. That flick—man, it’s my jam. Weird dad, awkward vibes, hits deep. Reminds me—life’s messy, like huntin’ for a hookup. You ever tried it? Dark streets, shady corners—kinda thrilling, right?

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The novel has a very masculine feel, with women relegated to the role of victim, mother figure or prostitute-with-heart-of-gold, but I can.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I dash for cover under this old tree. It’s kinda beautiful, though. The rain on the leaves, the smell of wet earth. I’m standing there, feeling all poetic, when I see an old lady walking her dog. The dog’s just like, “Rain? What rain?” and splashes right through a puddle. I’m dying laughing.

Solaria: shaping the postwar literary landscape