A collection of short stories that intertwine the lives of six women, revealing the profound realities beneath their ordinary existence.
Following her divorce, Tereza shuts off emotionally and flits from one faceless lover to the next, until an unexpected visitor shakes her existence to the core. Klara is a bird trapped in a golden cage slowly suffocating her. Eva has sacrificed herself for her children and family. Life is one big party for Karla—or is it? Alice is doing everything she can not to be a crybaby like her mother. Petra has finally had enough and takes drastic measures. Magdalena’s true yearnings bubble up to the surface.
The stories of these six characters may be different, but these women’s paths converge throughout Places in the Dark, weaving a vivid tapestry of interconnected lives. Czech author Lidmila Kábrtová is a master of writing stories of astonishing clarity. Echoing the brilliance of Alice Munro, Kábrtová’s words act as translucent veils, allowing the essential truths to shimmer through. Moments move about on tectonic plates somewhere beneath the surface of the everyday, and nothing will be as it used to be. Yet, in this kaleidoscope of narratives, the question lingers: Was it ever truly as it seemed?
Following her divorce, Tereza shuts off emotionally and flits from one faceless lover to the next, until an unexpected visitor shakes her existence to the core. Klara is a bird trapped in a golden cage slowly suffocating her. Eva has sacrificed herself for her children and family. Life is one big party for Karla—or is it? Alice is doing everything she can not to be a crybaby like her mother. Petra has finally had enough and takes drastic measures. Magdalena’s true yearnings bubble up to the surface.
The stories of these six characters may be different, but these women’s paths converge throughout Places in the Dark, weaving a vivid tapestry of interconnected lives. Czech author Lidmila Kábrtová is a master of writing stories of astonishing clarity. Echoing the brilliance of Alice Munro, Kábrtová’s words act as translucent veils, allowing the essential truths to shimmer through. Moments move about on tectonic plates somewhere beneath the surface of the everyday, and nothing will be as it used to be. Yet, in this kaleidoscope of narratives, the question lingers: Was it ever truly as it seemed?
