Tash Aw

We, The Survivors


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       Copyright

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      This eBook first published in Great Britain by 4th Estate in 2019

      Copyright © Tash Aw 2019

      Cover design by Jack Smyth

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      Source ISBN: 9780008318543

      Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008318567

      Version: 2019-02-27

       Dedication

      For Francis

       Epigraph

      ‘Here we received the first blows: and it was so new and senseless that we felt no pain, neither in body nor in spirit. Only a profound amazement: how can one hit a man without anger?’

      Primo Levi, If This is a Man

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      I. October

       October 2nd

       October 4th

       October 6th

       October 10th

       She sits and …

       October 13th

       She stares at …

       October 15th

       The thought comes …

       October 19th

       I recognise the …

       October 24th

       II. November

       November 2nd

       Bang bang bang. …

       November 5th & 6th

       Let’s go out, …

       November 7th

       III. December

       December 4th

       I’m writing a …

       December 7th

       December 9th

       Every time we …

       December 12th

       What strikes me …

       December 15th & 16th

       A noise. Nothing …

       December 20th

       You’ve been smoking.

       December 30th

       But it’s illegal, …

       IV. January

       January 2nd

       The drive is …

       About the Author

       By the same Author

       About the Publisher

I

       October 2nd

      You want me to talk about life, but all I’ve talked about is failure, as if they’re the same thing, or at least so closely entwined that I can’t separate the two – like the trees you see growing in the half-ruined buildings in the Old Town. Roots clinging to the outside of the walls, holding the bricks and stone and whatever remains of the paint together, branches pushing through holes in the roof. Sometimes there’s almost nothing left of the roof, if