8) Hidden Camera, by Zoran Živković
I think this may be my favourite Serbian writer’s first attempt at a full novel. Our unnamed narrator, an undertaker, finds himself the victim of a compulsion to follow a trail of surreal summonses to a cinema, a second-hand bookshop, the zoo, a mysterious ecclesiastival building reached only by a sewer and so on. The writing is pretty sparse but lyrical with it. I found myself wondering whether we were being set up for an ending where the narrator turns out to have died at the beginning (a la
I’m not sure how shouting isn’t speech. The fact that they are not open to other people’s speech doesn’t indicate to me that theirs should be limited.