Liminal
Chapters (20)
Openers
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LIMINAL
Jordan Tannahill
Copyright © 2018 Jordan Tannahill
Published in Canada in 2018 by House of Anansi Press Inc.
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All of the events and characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Tannahill, Jordan, author
Liminal / Jordan Tannahill.
Issued in print and electronic formats.
ISBN 978-1-4870-0378-4 (softcover). — ISBN 978-1-4870-0379-1
(EPUB). — ISBN 978-1-4870-0380-7 (Kindle)
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PS8639.A577L56 2018 C813’.6 C2017-904727-2
C2017-904728-0
Book design: Alysia Shewchuk
Cover image: Rob Castro / Arcangel Images Ltd.
We acknowledge for their financial support of our publishing program
the Canada Council for the Arts, the Ontario Arts Council, and the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund.
For my mother
Author’s Note
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. And while I have drawn inspiration from real people I know, I can assure the reader that without exception the real people are better in every way.
Epigraph
“I” is merely one of the world’s instantaneous spasms.
— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G. H.
When we speak the word “life,” it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
— Antonin Artaud, Theatre of Cruelty
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