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224 pages, Paperback
First published November 18, 2020
The Cité of Divine Power was essentially noise. Noises muffling other noises. Shots fired in broad daylight to frighten a shopkeeper who didn't want to pay the fee to the gang of the moment that was extorting him, radios on full volume, each broadcasting a different program, neighbors arguing, screams of children getting beaten, skinny little kids running around, playing, handicapped because of some accident or another or because their parents had drunk too much alcohol or smoked illicit substances during pregnancy, and who endured the cruelty of their friends, far too many kids, which testified to the elevated birth rate, the products of short-lived love affairs, rapes, or a miracle of God himself, even. Young women who prayed all day long maintained in all seriousness that the Holy Spirit had impregnated them, and recounted their dreams to wide-eyed lost souls so desperate they would believe anything. The unhinged (all too plentiful), the drunks, the junkies, people crippled by the last earthquake or the victims of gangs, the blind, the departed, the grieving, the preachers who shook God's hand several times a day, vendors loud, selling their wares, the bony dogs who al looked the same sniffing everywhere in search of food, hopping along on three paws, one eye missing or with an infected would because everyone let the stray dogs have it, for pleasure, out of habit, for something to do; throwing stones at them was a reflex shared by children and adults alike.