“We reached the end. We reached something, I couldn’t see it. Or maybe I could, but it won’t stay in my brain; like I only know of it when I’m staring directly at it.”
…and I seem to feel the same as that final quotation about this whole book, with its wondrously pervading gestalt: its Eyedom upon the separate paths of our lives, our dislocated and poignant hopes and fears ….all now focusing together. A synergy, too, of horror with something else unseeable that transcends it, transmutes it, even enhances it. Starting with the optics of photographs and ending with them.
The detailed review of this book posted elsewhere under my name is too long or impractical to post here.
Above is its conclusion.