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Infinite Trilogy #1
The Infinite Library
Follow Alberto Gimaldi, code-cracker and bibliophile, as he unravels the mystery of an infinite library and discovers the treachery of the librarian Castellemare. What is the hidden plot of the library, and how will this impossible place set into motion a catastrophic narrative by the artful textual manipulation of unwitting agents in the real world? What is the buried and secret connection between all text and all life? A novel of dark mystery, infinity, and a compelling story for all those who love books and book-related enigmas. Codes, ciphers, and the sinister await those who would set foot inside the Infinite Library. This is the first book of the trilogy.
546 pages, Paperback
First published June 29, 2011
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March 1, 2013
If Borges had written a novel, this is sort of what it would be like. Surprisingly readable, conceptually vast—in a way also reminiscent of Umberto Eco or Neal Stephenson—this is Kane X. Faucher's best novel yet, and an easy pick of mine for best of 2011.
This is an “immense” book, in every sense of the word. The writing is strong, and the characters are well drawn, but the element I enjoyed the most was the impression of a vast intellectual foundation, the sense of entering something deeper, greater, and somehow more profound—or, to revert to distinctly Borgesian terminology, a labyrinth, of both the intellect and the imagination, informed by a broad background in history, philosophy, and criticism.
For such an ambitious piece, though, the novel itself is peculiarly accessible. Soon after a compelling start, the text verges onto contextual games, layers of reading and references, etc, all focused on an investigation of infinity as an empirical (as opposed to conceptual) reality, which moves onto questions of parallel universes, the possibility of identity, the nature of knowledge, etc.
There’s a very delicate handling of dramatic action interspersed with distinctly Borgesian pieces of short fiction that really adds to the experience as a whole. The only problem is that, as this is a book in a series, I feel like Faucher might have been trying too hard to set up the sequel, but that doesn’t stop it from standing well on its own.
I don’t really feel like this is a character driven novel, but Faucher does a good job grounding it in concrete individuals. Gimaldi in particular is well drawn, in addition to Castellemere, the main “villain” of the story. Certain characters even seem to be aware of their position "as" characters. Also (though probably I shouldn’t mention this) the novel includes an appearance by Borges himself, which alone makes this book worth checking out.
This is an “immense” book, in every sense of the word. The writing is strong, and the characters are well drawn, but the element I enjoyed the most was the impression of a vast intellectual foundation, the sense of entering something deeper, greater, and somehow more profound—or, to revert to distinctly Borgesian terminology, a labyrinth, of both the intellect and the imagination, informed by a broad background in history, philosophy, and criticism.
For such an ambitious piece, though, the novel itself is peculiarly accessible. Soon after a compelling start, the text verges onto contextual games, layers of reading and references, etc, all focused on an investigation of infinity as an empirical (as opposed to conceptual) reality, which moves onto questions of parallel universes, the possibility of identity, the nature of knowledge, etc.
There’s a very delicate handling of dramatic action interspersed with distinctly Borgesian pieces of short fiction that really adds to the experience as a whole. The only problem is that, as this is a book in a series, I feel like Faucher might have been trying too hard to set up the sequel, but that doesn’t stop it from standing well on its own.
I don’t really feel like this is a character driven novel, but Faucher does a good job grounding it in concrete individuals. Gimaldi in particular is well drawn, in addition to Castellemere, the main “villain” of the story. Certain characters even seem to be aware of their position "as" characters. Also (though probably I shouldn’t mention this) the novel includes an appearance by Borges himself, which alone makes this book worth checking out.
September 20, 2011
I admit: this was a long read, but considerably satisfying. One can feel emanating from the page a great deal of the author's passion and erudition on a wide variety of topics from codes and ciphers to books themselves (a swan song or love song for books in the digital age). There's some artful inter-text going on here, but it transitions well. At first, I found the Gimaldi character a bit stuffy, but after a while the reader begins to like him––if not feel a pinch of pity for his being pulled around by the nose.
The author announces that this is the first in a trilogy of books, and this is the somewhat innocuous opener where we have yet to see the entire project unfold. The concept of an infinite library is itself dazzling, and the array of characters surrounding Gimaldi are a little picaresque and wholly untrustworthy.
The book advertises itself as a mystery, a genre label I can partially agree with. This is not a whodunnit potboiler as such. Instead, the mystery is drawn up to a different level of engagement (perhaps conceptual?). Some of the mysterious aspects occur in the threading of allegorical fables in a sort of frame-tale device that may be in homage to Borges, or something else. It is, in many ways, a re-envisioning of the mystery genre, perhaps on par with other book-related mystery tales. Yet, I detected something very unsettling happening in the background of the plot as I read on, something shadowy that I have every reason to expect will pop out of the proverbial closet and spook us in the next volume.
I give this book 4/5 because, as a first volume in a trilogy, it is still too early to make a proper judgement on how all of these elements will work out and tie together. On a technical note, I enjoyed the pacing of the book - it wasn't rushing around to move the plot along artificially. As a lover of books and libraries in general, I learned a bit more about what seems to be their exciting history. This book has got a boatload of concepts that stick with you, haunting thought even after the whole thing is over.
Specific Ratings:
Writing style: 4/5
Plot and pacing: 5/5
Character development: 3.5/5
Delivery of main ideas: 4/5
Reading Level: sophisticated, general audience
The author announces that this is the first in a trilogy of books, and this is the somewhat innocuous opener where we have yet to see the entire project unfold. The concept of an infinite library is itself dazzling, and the array of characters surrounding Gimaldi are a little picaresque and wholly untrustworthy.
The book advertises itself as a mystery, a genre label I can partially agree with. This is not a whodunnit potboiler as such. Instead, the mystery is drawn up to a different level of engagement (perhaps conceptual?). Some of the mysterious aspects occur in the threading of allegorical fables in a sort of frame-tale device that may be in homage to Borges, or something else. It is, in many ways, a re-envisioning of the mystery genre, perhaps on par with other book-related mystery tales. Yet, I detected something very unsettling happening in the background of the plot as I read on, something shadowy that I have every reason to expect will pop out of the proverbial closet and spook us in the next volume.
I give this book 4/5 because, as a first volume in a trilogy, it is still too early to make a proper judgement on how all of these elements will work out and tie together. On a technical note, I enjoyed the pacing of the book - it wasn't rushing around to move the plot along artificially. As a lover of books and libraries in general, I learned a bit more about what seems to be their exciting history. This book has got a boatload of concepts that stick with you, haunting thought even after the whole thing is over.
Specific Ratings:
Writing style: 4/5
Plot and pacing: 5/5
Character development: 3.5/5
Delivery of main ideas: 4/5
Reading Level: sophisticated, general audience
July 2, 2012
Don't let the story blurb fool you - this is not an easy-to-read thriller - this is a deep book that will bend your skullcap back, scoop out the brains, and rearrange them on the wall in front of you. And that is a good thing.
Borges has already been mentioned in the other reviews, but it's worth pointing out that the seed idea for this book comes from his short story, the Library of Babel. In it, every book that could be written has been written, and for a select few hyper-librarians, these books can be checked in catalogues, touched and on occasions when things go awry, read. Such is the world Gimalidi is introduced to by the antagonist in the story, Castellemare.
Umberto Eco's name has also been raised in other reviews, and I would like to echo this idea in my own paltry thoughts on The Infinite Library. I felt the book was like a mash up of Eco, Borges, and a little bit of Carlos Castenda too, because like Castenda's work, the book took me to some strange mental places.
Filled with bibliographia and philosophy, conspiracy theories and the marginalia of library history, the story is not one for a quick go, but intense, appreciative readings. There are stories within stories, some of which I'm still thinking about.
I should be transparent in my review and note the author is a colleague and a friend, and he gave me a copy to read, but if you enjoy the idea of the book -- and thinking -- this is a novel you should check out.
Borges has already been mentioned in the other reviews, but it's worth pointing out that the seed idea for this book comes from his short story, the Library of Babel. In it, every book that could be written has been written, and for a select few hyper-librarians, these books can be checked in catalogues, touched and on occasions when things go awry, read. Such is the world Gimalidi is introduced to by the antagonist in the story, Castellemare.
Umberto Eco's name has also been raised in other reviews, and I would like to echo this idea in my own paltry thoughts on The Infinite Library. I felt the book was like a mash up of Eco, Borges, and a little bit of Carlos Castenda too, because like Castenda's work, the book took me to some strange mental places.
Filled with bibliographia and philosophy, conspiracy theories and the marginalia of library history, the story is not one for a quick go, but intense, appreciative readings. There are stories within stories, some of which I'm still thinking about.
I should be transparent in my review and note the author is a colleague and a friend, and he gave me a copy to read, but if you enjoy the idea of the book -- and thinking -- this is a novel you should check out.
April 26, 2012
Review:
Whoa... So, I was cruising through upcoming titles on LibraryThing a couple months ago when I saw this amazing cover - a book addict's dream - The Infinite Library. Even the title pulled me in. Being the bibliophile that I am, I knew I had to read it, and thanks to the author I finally got the chance. As previously stated - Whoa; I seriously had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I am happy that I did! The Infinite Library is vast, both in content and length, (548 pages), and its conveyance of language and description is breathtaking. I started out reading at a quick pace, but came to the conclusion that it was better savored in small digestible chunks than devoured in a mass reading frenzy. I can attest to the validity of the back cover blurb, it is definitely, "A novel of dark mystery, infinity, and a compelling story for all those who love books and book-related enigmas." Alberto takes some time to get used to, but his personality and well-developed character becomes, dare I say - enjoyable - as the intriguing plot progresses. Strangely, I have mixed feelings about Castellemare, for some reason he seems to ride the fine line between good and evil, but that's probably because I sometimes like to side with the antagonizing party. The dialogue is rich and well-written, flowing almost effortlessly throughout the entire piece. I say "piece" because the book is artfully drafted as if the written word, (devoid of technological influence), is still treasured in a green society. I can almost imagine myself in a dusty library surrounded by the sight, sound, and smell of yellowing pages while reading. The only qualm that I have is that the other two volumes are not published yet. I believe I will enjoy them, especially if Kane X. Faucher continues to write with such beautiful style. Recommended to readers in the mood for a literary challenge at a controlled pace.
Rating: On the Run (4/5)
* I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Whoa... So, I was cruising through upcoming titles on LibraryThing a couple months ago when I saw this amazing cover - a book addict's dream - The Infinite Library. Even the title pulled me in. Being the bibliophile that I am, I knew I had to read it, and thanks to the author I finally got the chance. As previously stated - Whoa; I seriously had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I am happy that I did! The Infinite Library is vast, both in content and length, (548 pages), and its conveyance of language and description is breathtaking. I started out reading at a quick pace, but came to the conclusion that it was better savored in small digestible chunks than devoured in a mass reading frenzy. I can attest to the validity of the back cover blurb, it is definitely, "A novel of dark mystery, infinity, and a compelling story for all those who love books and book-related enigmas." Alberto takes some time to get used to, but his personality and well-developed character becomes, dare I say - enjoyable - as the intriguing plot progresses. Strangely, I have mixed feelings about Castellemare, for some reason he seems to ride the fine line between good and evil, but that's probably because I sometimes like to side with the antagonizing party. The dialogue is rich and well-written, flowing almost effortlessly throughout the entire piece. I say "piece" because the book is artfully drafted as if the written word, (devoid of technological influence), is still treasured in a green society. I can almost imagine myself in a dusty library surrounded by the sight, sound, and smell of yellowing pages while reading. The only qualm that I have is that the other two volumes are not published yet. I believe I will enjoy them, especially if Kane X. Faucher continues to write with such beautiful style. Recommended to readers in the mood for a literary challenge at a controlled pace.
Rating: On the Run (4/5)
* I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
July 26, 2023
4.8 Stars!
Despite itself, I loved this book.
Once again I tread into an unfamiliar genre, though it took me some time to recognize it. You see, this book's story slowly uncovers a mystery, of what kind of story an Infinite Library would produce. And it quickly becomes a wildly dense and metafictional account with so many layers of prose stacked upon each other, that it's one of the most overwhelming, yet fascinating stories I've read in years.
But, what is the true genre of this book? Well...
This book is a postmodern literature book.
I'm NOT a fan of postmodern literature. After attempting to read one (The Illuminatus Trilogy), and after reading what kinds of meandering stories other books like Infinite Jest attempt to tell in thousands of unnecessary pages, I never wanted to read one. But thanks to The Infinite Library, I ended up not just reading one, but thoroughly enjoying it too.
BUT! Not being an expert... I daresay the subject of this book justifies being a postmodern book more than any other postmodern book ever written.
This makes it a hard book to critique, though. Like most postmodern books, it breaks all the rules of storytelling and pacing and pleasantness that books should have. The prose is dry, scholarly, even pretentious in its vocabulary, and yet it usually works because the characters are scholarly and dry themselves. The prose even reaches levels of stream-of-consciousness at times in its verbosity. And, the story is long-winded, complex and abstruse. The mystery by its own admission is rather stretched out "because the plot requires it". Not only that, but even more of its own faults are called out by the characters themselves (that it's a sausage fest; meandering; and goes off on too many tangent sub-stories too often)! But... perhaps all by design. Because that's the nature of this book: self-reflexive. Simultaneously apologetic and unashamed to be an uncontrolled beast of prose.
The story is difficult to describe not only because it's a mystery worth delving into without spoilers, but because it has been concealed inside a world of sub-stories and tangents. Not muddled, but intentionally hidden in a clever maze of smoke and mirrors. The main character finds itself reading books starring the same characters, perhaps from other worlds or completely fictional, and they themselves reading other stories, and so on. Surprisingly, here the book shines, when out of the blue you start reading stories that would have easily been written by Jorge Luis Borges, the major literary inspiration for this book.
And the inspiration goes well beyond his concept of the Library of Babel, the original infinite library. As clever and a masterpiece as that story is, it's but a ladder step into what is constructed in the main story of this book, and its own concept of an infinite library. And as for the tangent short stories, if they were taken out of the book and put in a short story collection, such book could easily pass for yet another book written by Borges himself. Jorge Luis would be proud.
The author pours his whole soul into this. His love for stories and physical books and libraries and language and even typography; his ego, and his vulnerabilities; everything can be seen throughout the story. It's a shockingly honest work of art, that shows its wrinkles and its warts in order to show its entire face in its full glory. Such an ambitious undertaking requires it, I would say.
The text often took my breath away. Many times I was taken back at the beauty of the metaphors and the insight. And it may have been at times an effect of the relentlessness of the prose. But it just worked for me, despite not being a fan of the style.
What I find most annoying about postmodern literature, is this: what's the point of it all? Does so much meandering add up to something worth the time, or not? And the answer in this case is: it does, well enough. In part because the threads seem to come together into a proper finale (mostly), and in part because it's hard to tell from the first book what the sequel will explain or not. But mostly, because the long voyage was well worth it.
So even with all the praise I've given it, are my criticisms even valid? Perhaps not, simply because, to me, this seems to be one of the greatest postmodern literature books ever written. As one beast of a book, it justifies its own existence and then some. Through the apparent noise, there is a beautiful song made prose. A love song that loves its subject chaotically and relentlessly, and it may go too far at times for its own good. But that's love, man: crazy and honest and genius to a fault.
It's funny: I want to recommend this book to EVERYONE, even though I know that it's not gonna be a book for everyone. But I feel everyone should know of this book. It's become one of my favorite books of all time (of which there are few), and I'm SO glad I found it against all odds (by literally looking to see if someone had written an entire book about an infinite library!). Hell, I just finished it but I feel I wanna read it again already.
I really could keep talking to infinity and beyond about it, but I'll stop myself here! ;)
PS. I'm obviously looking forward to the next book in the trilogy, though it will be some (finite) time before I'll be ready to take another voyage like this one again!
Despite itself, I loved this book.
Once again I tread into an unfamiliar genre, though it took me some time to recognize it. You see, this book's story slowly uncovers a mystery, of what kind of story an Infinite Library would produce. And it quickly becomes a wildly dense and metafictional account with so many layers of prose stacked upon each other, that it's one of the most overwhelming, yet fascinating stories I've read in years.
But, what is the true genre of this book? Well...
This book is a postmodern literature book.
I'm NOT a fan of postmodern literature. After attempting to read one (The Illuminatus Trilogy), and after reading what kinds of meandering stories other books like Infinite Jest attempt to tell in thousands of unnecessary pages, I never wanted to read one. But thanks to The Infinite Library, I ended up not just reading one, but thoroughly enjoying it too.
BUT! Not being an expert... I daresay the subject of this book justifies being a postmodern book more than any other postmodern book ever written.
This makes it a hard book to critique, though. Like most postmodern books, it breaks all the rules of storytelling and pacing and pleasantness that books should have. The prose is dry, scholarly, even pretentious in its vocabulary, and yet it usually works because the characters are scholarly and dry themselves. The prose even reaches levels of stream-of-consciousness at times in its verbosity. And, the story is long-winded, complex and abstruse. The mystery by its own admission is rather stretched out "because the plot requires it". Not only that, but even more of its own faults are called out by the characters themselves (that it's a sausage fest; meandering; and goes off on too many tangent sub-stories too often)! But... perhaps all by design. Because that's the nature of this book: self-reflexive. Simultaneously apologetic and unashamed to be an uncontrolled beast of prose.
The story is difficult to describe not only because it's a mystery worth delving into without spoilers, but because it has been concealed inside a world of sub-stories and tangents. Not muddled, but intentionally hidden in a clever maze of smoke and mirrors. The main character finds itself reading books starring the same characters, perhaps from other worlds or completely fictional, and they themselves reading other stories, and so on. Surprisingly, here the book shines, when out of the blue you start reading stories that would have easily been written by Jorge Luis Borges, the major literary inspiration for this book.
And the inspiration goes well beyond his concept of the Library of Babel, the original infinite library. As clever and a masterpiece as that story is, it's but a ladder step into what is constructed in the main story of this book, and its own concept of an infinite library. And as for the tangent short stories, if they were taken out of the book and put in a short story collection, such book could easily pass for yet another book written by Borges himself. Jorge Luis would be proud.
The author pours his whole soul into this. His love for stories and physical books and libraries and language and even typography; his ego, and his vulnerabilities; everything can be seen throughout the story. It's a shockingly honest work of art, that shows its wrinkles and its warts in order to show its entire face in its full glory. Such an ambitious undertaking requires it, I would say.
The text often took my breath away. Many times I was taken back at the beauty of the metaphors and the insight. And it may have been at times an effect of the relentlessness of the prose. But it just worked for me, despite not being a fan of the style.
What I find most annoying about postmodern literature, is this: what's the point of it all? Does so much meandering add up to something worth the time, or not? And the answer in this case is: it does, well enough. In part because the threads seem to come together into a proper finale (mostly), and in part because it's hard to tell from the first book what the sequel will explain or not. But mostly, because the long voyage was well worth it.
So even with all the praise I've given it, are my criticisms even valid? Perhaps not, simply because, to me, this seems to be one of the greatest postmodern literature books ever written. As one beast of a book, it justifies its own existence and then some. Through the apparent noise, there is a beautiful song made prose. A love song that loves its subject chaotically and relentlessly, and it may go too far at times for its own good. But that's love, man: crazy and honest and genius to a fault.
It's funny: I want to recommend this book to EVERYONE, even though I know that it's not gonna be a book for everyone. But I feel everyone should know of this book. It's become one of my favorite books of all time (of which there are few), and I'm SO glad I found it against all odds (by literally looking to see if someone had written an entire book about an infinite library!). Hell, I just finished it but I feel I wanna read it again already.
I really could keep talking to infinity and beyond about it, but I'll stop myself here! ;)
PS. I'm obviously looking forward to the next book in the trilogy, though it will be some (finite) time before I'll be ready to take another voyage like this one again!
December 20, 2013
Interesting concepts but about 300 pages too long.
September 12, 2018
Very hard to get started and very slow reading. Eventually I got hooked and enjoyed ploughing on until about half way when I just had enough. I agree with the other reviewer that said it was about 300 pages too long. I enjoyed the wheels within wheels and uncertainty about anything - but not enough to go on. The characters were all pretty wooden but I enjoyed the play of ideas. Wish I could think of someone to pass the book on to.
July 6, 2022
This one was a SLOG. It seemed like mostly a way for the author to show off his impressive vocabulary, housing it in a pseudo-philosophical...novel? I was disappointed but unsurprised that the copy editor also gave up by about page 300.
And an important note for this author and everyone everywhere: libraries don’t “rent” books to patrons. They lend them. Rent requires a payment.
The two short stories at the end of the book were actually somewhat entertaining, unlike the rest of the book.
And an important note for this author and everyone everywhere: libraries don’t “rent” books to patrons. They lend them. Rent requires a payment.
The two short stories at the end of the book were actually somewhat entertaining, unlike the rest of the book.
December 15, 2011
I found Infinite Library by accident. I recently discovered the Codex Seraphinianus, and was googling for anyone deciphering it. I found Kane Faucher's blog, with analysis on the text, and that he had a novel with that title as a word hit. So I figured this may be a cool mystery, hopefully much deeper than the usual Da Vinci code type of story.
Unfortunately, for me, this was less a novel, and more a collection of short stories and philosophical testimony. I think the author has promise, and I'd like to read the next book in the trilogy. But overall, I expected a deeper connection to a "grand story", and so I'm giving Infinite Library 3/5 stars.
Pros:
- Quick start, great pacing: no boredom. Impressive, considering the book is 550 pages of tiny font (on my ereader)!
- Lack of moral character polarization (thank you). This is not a story of absolute good vs. absolute evil, which is what I really liked about it. The world is never so simple. In fact, I could hardly tell the characters apart.
- Thought provoking, I'm still pondering some of the middle chapters. Topics included: chaos/order, infinite whole/finite parts, time, sensation & generation of reality, destiny/free will, etc.
- Educational concerning books, how they are produced, especially medieval ones.
- NOTE: There is no large overarching story here (that I could find), but more of a discussion of potentialities couched in short story metaphors. I therefore treat this book as pseudo non-fiction, which was a plus for me.
Cons:
- No depth to the characters at all! I barely know the protagonist, and the people he interacted with, besides their names, where they live, and that they are fond of books. If you're not into books, philosophy, or short stories, then this is probably not for you.
- Needs a proofreader: there are many spelling (and some grammatical) errors. I sometimes had to guess at the meaning of a sentence. I was surprised the publisher went to print with this draft.
- Difficult terms, and overuse of some esoteric ones. eg. How often can one believe that something appeared "arabesque"? And how many times can one feel "vertiginous" within the same few chapters? I had to use the e-reader dictionary often.
Unfortunately, for me, this was less a novel, and more a collection of short stories and philosophical testimony. I think the author has promise, and I'd like to read the next book in the trilogy. But overall, I expected a deeper connection to a "grand story", and so I'm giving Infinite Library 3/5 stars.
Pros:
- Quick start, great pacing: no boredom. Impressive, considering the book is 550 pages of tiny font (on my ereader)!
- Lack of moral character polarization (thank you). This is not a story of absolute good vs. absolute evil, which is what I really liked about it. The world is never so simple. In fact, I could hardly tell the characters apart.
- Thought provoking, I'm still pondering some of the middle chapters. Topics included: chaos/order, infinite whole/finite parts, time, sensation & generation of reality, destiny/free will, etc.
- Educational concerning books, how they are produced, especially medieval ones.
- NOTE: There is no large overarching story here (that I could find), but more of a discussion of potentialities couched in short story metaphors. I therefore treat this book as pseudo non-fiction, which was a plus for me.
Cons:
- No depth to the characters at all! I barely know the protagonist, and the people he interacted with, besides their names, where they live, and that they are fond of books. If you're not into books, philosophy, or short stories, then this is probably not for you.
- Needs a proofreader: there are many spelling (and some grammatical) errors. I sometimes had to guess at the meaning of a sentence. I was surprised the publisher went to print with this draft.
- Difficult terms, and overuse of some esoteric ones. eg. How often can one believe that something appeared "arabesque"? And how many times can one feel "vertiginous" within the same few chapters? I had to use the e-reader dictionary often.
April 15, 2012
A friend leant this to me who has some pretty pulpy tastes, so my expectations were not very high. I'm not much of a fan of stuff like Hunger Games or Harry Potter, but I gave this a go. The description of the book makes it sound like a standard pulp mystery, but it wasn't. There were some standard "mystery story" events, but these are done with a kind of reflective irony, and before the reader sinks into the comfort of thinking this will resolve itself in the formula of the mystery genre, the plot throws a curveball. There seemed to be a lot of research and thought put into this complicated story, especially ideas about printed books.
May 17, 2013
"Too many descriptive words lead to forgetting the object to be described, lost in bewildering gibberish" - Well said, subject M.
I still liked this, even though it took me a ridiculously long time to finish it.
I still liked this, even though it took me a ridiculously long time to finish it.
December 1, 2011
Creepy, geeky, and smart. It's kind of like a David Lynch movie adaptation of Borges' Library of Babel. Lots of tantalizing clues as to the next in this series, which I feel I must buy.
May 15, 2014
Lacks the elegance of Eco, or the intellectualism. Could have done with a critical edit. Some good ideas which lose their impact under a load of superfluous writing.
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