"A man pining in his torrid apartment; the woman he loves hallucinating in a bleak asylum; their killer speeding on a jetfoil to interrogate them both: from this simple premise, The Inner Harbour unfurls into a complex mise en abyme not only of these characters but of their very understanding of the world. A shining exemplar of post-exoticism, Antoine Volodine’s truculent prose plumbs the oppressive alleyways of Macau to unmask these figures in all their sanity-or lack thereof. By turns searing, hair-raising, and tender, The Inner Harbour delineates a lurid dystopia verging on reality and the souls inhabiting the horrors it harbors." - Jeffrey Zuckerman, translator of Antoine Volodine’s Radiant Terminus"Readers find themselves caught up in a spider’s web of extreme delicacy, made up of dialogues and monologues interspersed with dream narratives. The Inner Harbour is written in a musical language hovering just above silence. Theatrical, scenic, almost gestural, its sentences sometimes stop at the impossibility of a conclusion. . . . The Inner Harbour is where literature itself takes place."- LibÉration