![]() Now her jones for gruesome corporeal ruminations, which was given over 400 pages to soar in “Flights,” has been grounded to great effect in “Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead.” Her narrators have a tendency to turn dreamy on the subject of mortality and poetic when it comes to our “definitively inhuman” human containers. But the Polish author Olga Tokarczuk (whose unclassifiable first novel, “Flights,” won last year’s Man Booker International Prize) would make an ideal funeral guest. ![]() Or people who make good dinner party guests, who know better than to foist flowers on the cook, or conscientious weekend guests, who strip the beds without being asked. ![]() There are people who make good wedding guests, uninhibited dancers with a high tolerance for small talk. DRIVE YOUR PLOW OVER THE BONES OF THE DEAD By Olga Tokarczuk Translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones ![]()
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