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Every story needs a first sentence to get started, but Sara’s only got a single word. It’s the name of a place, scratched onto a piece of torn cloth–her entire inheritance from the old aunt who raised her. It’s not much, but it’s a start. “Underfog.” Sara sets off in search of her origins, in search of Underfog, a timeless village which, behind its curtain of thrashing rain, is actually a well of intersecting, overlapping, conflicting stories.
The inhabitants of Underfog aren’t particularly forthcoming. Some of their stories are secretly stashed in a chapel or sunk deep into a mysterious lake. Each person carries their own fiction within them. Sara observes and listens. She lets herself be swept up by the experience, by the place and its inhabitants, until she’s forgotten her own mission. That’s when her story begins to be written.
Underfog: stories within a story, a drama, both melancholic and feel-good, a poetic identity quest, sometimes a little surrealist. A metaphor for “writing” and, in the end, a story about our need for stories, by the team of Pandolfo and Risbjerg (Perceval, published by Lombard, and Serena, from Sarbacane).
