In Wolftrot, Marie Borel turns the eternal metaphor of the sea voyage on its ear: here, the fleet is literal, and they're literally (and literarily) lost. Afficionado of pun and double entendre, Borel interweaves vignettes and character sketches with extended lyric derPglements de tous les sens. This is an old-fashioned swashbuckler of a tale that we come to realize is, ultimately, all about language--the real voyage that we embark on every day, confident in the knowledge that we will never see its end.
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