Alex Sarll's Reviews > Masquerade Season

On his way home, a Nigerian boy acquires three fabulous figures, puzzling presences whose bright bodies draw the attention of his dressmaker mother. She only wants a little fabric here, and a little there... The surface level of the metaphor is obvious enough, and I'm sure there are deeper resonances I'm missing because I don't have the context. But I enjoyed the way Aguda caught the quality of a dream, and I think those swaying, whispering masquerades will come back to me at odd moments.