If You Kept A Record Of Sins



Author: Andrea Bajani - 2021
Publisher: Archipelago Books
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 9781939810960
£4.50 + p&p. (total: £8.45)

Condition: Good
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If You Kept a Record of Sins (2021) by Andrea Bajani — Condition: Good (Crappy Old Books)

Confession time: Andrea Bajani’s If You Kept a Record of Sins (Archipelago Books, 2021, ISBN: 9781939810960) is not the kind of book you read casually between checking emails and reheating last night’s noodles. It’s a slim, aching novel about grief, family, absence, and the little ledgers we carry around in our hearts—written in prose that is sharp enough to cut glass and tender enough to use as a bandage afterward. Bajani, one of Italy’s most acclaimed contemporary voices, writes with the quiet intensity of someone who knows that sometimes the heaviest inheritance isn’t money or property, but silence.

This copy, courtesy of Crappy Old Books, is in Good condition. Which means: the spine is still standing tall (like a guilt-ridden monk who refuses to bend), the pages are intact (though they may bear the light suntan of time), and the cover shows a touch of wear—the kind that suggests it’s been carried around by someone who meant to read “just a few pages” on the bus but ended up staring out the window, haunted by Bajani’s sentences. Don’t expect a museum piece; expect a book that has lived, breathed, and possibly judged you from the nightstand.

Inside, you’ll find a narrative voice that feels like it’s whispering directly into your ear, balancing on the knife-edge between poetry and prose. It’s intimate, sometimes unsettling, sometimes quietly funny in that way where you laugh and then immediately feel a pang of guilt for laughing. It’s a book about mothers and sons, absences and presences, the sins we keep score of, and the ones we try to forget but can’t.

In short: not a lighthearted romp, but a gorgeously written meditation that lingers long after you close it. Condition “Good,” which is entirely fitting—because immaculate copies would be a betrayal. This is a book meant to feel slightly worn, like a conscience that has been in use. Another fine mess from Crappy Old Books, where even guilt looks good in print.

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