Today, they continue to burn bodies. (I burn bodies.) Burning bodies. First, she lights the fire. Pour gasoline, make a torch, and then ignite the pyre. Wait for the explosion as the fire catches, and then wait for the smoke. Clothed bodies burn slowly. Decayed bodies burn slowly. In her mind she cries, fresh and naked, please. Women and children burn faster than men. Fresh naked children burn the fastest.
The Nature of Blood, which opens at British Cyprus sometime during the mid-20th century, is an unforgettable novel about loss and persecution, courage and betrayal, and about the terrible pain yet absolute necessity of human memory.