There’s no other country on this planet that gives such a feeling of privatization of space. You have to ask yourself sometimes if there’s still any land that doesn’t belong to anyone here. The country roads are perpetually lined with fences that don’t open onto any passing track for miles, which results in giving you the impression that you can only brush over this continent, can only touch it with your eyes.
“American Diary,” Eric Laurent (France), from Best European Fiction 2011. Translated from the French by Ursula Meany Scott.