The Love of Singular Men

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5.4 X 8.3 X 0.5 inches | 0.4 pounds

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About the Author

The writer and multimedia artist Victor Heringer was born in Rio de Janeiro in 1988. His debut novel Glória was awarded the 2013 Premio Jabuti. The Love of Singular Men was published by Companhia das Letras in 2016, and was shortlisted for the Sao Paulo Prize for Literature, the Rio Prize for Literature, and the Oceanos Prize. Tragically, Heringer took his own life in 2018.
James Young is a writer, translator, and editor from Belfast, Ireland.


One of the best novels in recent years.-- "Asymptote"
Heringer had little time to live, but he marked an entire generation of writers and readers.-- "O Globo"
When you read something genuinely new it's hard to describe it - you end up settling for comparisons - and The Love of Singular Men is truly a singular novel. It's ingenious like Cortazar or Nabokov, elliptical like Grace Paley, funny like Donald Barthelme. Upon finishing it you want to immediately meet the young man who wrote it, shake him vigorously by the hand and congratulate him on the beginning of a brilliant career. But Victor Heringer is gone. He left this beautiful book behind.
--Zadie Smith
The brief, precise scenes - incorporating photos, lists and handwritten passages - enable Heringer to cover a great deal in a short space and make a potentially gloomy story into a multilayered celebration of life. That the author died in 2018, aged 29, is a loss to international literature.--John Self "The Guardian"
Heringer once said that he loved the serendipity of creation, like exploring a mountain and discovering new places to twist your ankle. His commitment to heterodoxy, singularity and incongruity made him an artist of the loose end. He killed himself aged twenty nine, when he was beginning to make his name. Perhaps the 'who knows why' that whispers through all his work applies also to this.--Lorna Scott Fox "New Left Review"