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294 pages, Paperback
First published November 22, 2012
’Ceding to power, power expands: one plus one is always one more.
The rest of us are left out of this equation.
We add nothing. We take nothing away.’
a hidden outline betrays the present in the past, tracing the lines drawn by fear.a finalist for the prestigious herralde prize (bolaño, pitol, vila-matas, villoro, sada, pauls, enrigue, nettel, et al.), sara mesa’s four by four (cuatro por cuatro) is a dark novel of shadow, insinuation, and institutional depravity. the spanish author’s foreboding tale is set at the fictional wybrany college (“the colich”), an institution comingling the progeny of both the well-to-do and the needy, a place where everything seems just ever so slightly off — with the sinister and the strange forever looming like an undetectable, yet ultimately deadly airborne pathogen.
what a novel, i thought. torture, imprisonment, insanity, illness. and yet, i was struck by the notion that this was all somewhat familiar to me: an indeterminate, disquieting similarity i couldn’t place.mesa’s book is split into three parts, each offering an angled perspective rich in atmospherics and eerie tableaus. stylistically, four by four’s narrative structure is both dazzling and dizzying, as its perfect pacing only enhances the metastasizing dread and dis-ease. the effortless shift in mesa’s storytelling arc works brilliantly in building suspense, offering the reader tantalizing clues apportioned out like the next needed hit of a dystopic drug dependency.
weekends here are strange. slow and tedious. people disappear, or retreat. there’s an unhealthy stillness, something crouching behind the silence. i’ve flattened by interia, this glacial slowing of hours. am i complaining? do i dare complain?power, subterfuge, order, façade, abuse, privilege, agenda, there is so much nefariousness swirling amidst the pages of mesa’s novel, it is at once deeply unsettling, yet also uncannily realistic. nestled within the adjoining realms of works like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest, lord of the flies, and andrés barba’s such small hands (with remnants of kafka and our vile news cycle for flavor), four by four is a haunting, harrowing novel, nearly flawless in its execution and excoriating in its implication. mesa’s four by four compels an unadulterated gaze, revealing a glimpse of a turpitudinous reality we may well wish didn’t exist, but proliferates all around us just the same. mesa exposes the thin veneer of venerability to be hiding something menacing and unforgivable — and four by four lays it bare for all the world to see.
”all we have left is shame, torrents of shame, rivers and seas of shame. what kind of world is this, where we’re told by a madman that we should be ashamed? the greatest evil of our time is that there are no maestros left to follow. but we must stop a moment. we must listen to all the hopeless voices.”