Under the Jaguar Sun Atwood reveals more and more

Atwood reveals more and more about her writing

der ikke mærker nogen forandring

miserable and hell-bent on making sure her sister's wedding doesn't go ahead

alzheimersramt seriemorder der læser buddhistiske sutraer

om minder der skifter plads og fæstner sig på ny

Under the Jaguar Sun Atwood reveals more and moreI went down, I climbed back up into the light of the jaguar sun into the sea of the green sap of the leaves. The world spun, I plunged down, my throat cut by the knife of the king priest The solar energy coursed along dense networks of blood and chlorophyll; I was living and dying in all the fibers of what is chewed and digested and in all the fibers that absorb the sun