There’s no set formula, no enormous book club that guarantees that all the great writers of today—and there are quite a few of them—are going to be read by all the serious readers.
“What about the poor Minotaur?” The deformed child, abandoned by his parents, confined in the dark labyrinth, and then killed for being different. Hasn’t he been misunderstood? Doesn’t he deserve our sympathy? Bulgarian author Georgi Gospodinov takes this sympathetic perspective in his autobiographical novel-in-fragments, The Physics of Sorrow.