Uninvited Books

“Ever since I could think I have had such profound anxieties about asserting my spiritual existence that I was indifferent to everything else.”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“I just wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep forever — especially if there would be no dreams.”
― Michael F Simpson, Hypnagogia

“And she bade him gather thunderbolts in her garden, in the soft earth under her cabbages.”
― Lord Dunsany, The King of Elfland's Daughter

“The novel is ultimately about a frustrated, stunted identity: its main character—or uncentered polyphonous narrator—is an imbunche, a thwarted, mutilated man enclosed within various prisons both chosen and imposed, and he struggles to be seen and to communicate in a world that shifts from realistic to monstrous to sordid. He ultimately becomes the old crones’ swaddled baby, reduced to a toy, to memory and myth, to a grunt and a scream. Donoso,”
― José Donoso, The Obscene Bird of Night