River Featured in The New Yorker
As she prepares to move, an unnamed German woman explores the River Lea and its surrounding territory, East London’s borderlands. “I made a home for myself by walking,” she says in this magnificent novel. Little happens, aside from this walking, but through serene, precise observations, the narrator’s world is transformed.
Reflection mingles with memories—of a childhood by the Rhine, a sojourn by the St. Lawrence River, a trip down the Ganges. As with the work of W. G. Sebald, Kinsky constructs the past through landscapes: for the woman, a river is a “water-script of histories.”
Read an excerpt from River at Literary Hub.