“I was sucking on her nipples and could have sworn some milk came out, just a few drops. Just a second of that body-warm, sugary, a little oniony, a-little-too-soon liquid in my mouth”
I bought Jonas Eika’s After the Sun because of the title and the cover and because Lolli Editions had published The Employees by Olga Ravn. When I began reading, I didn’t understand it – I still don’t – but I found that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. ‘Me, Rory and Aurora’, a story about a fucked-up throuple-cum-Oedipal triangle existing at the margins, is sad and strange and sexy. The final sequence, in which the narrator enters a complex housing the “Newly Dead: warm, breathing, urinating”, is astonishing.
Published in After the Sun, Lolli Editions 2021, and available to read online at Granta, here
A Personal Anthology 