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It's a strange book. For long stretches it comes across as words for the sake of words. A novel that is inching towards Proust or perhaps Balzac but really is going nowhere. There is very little that shouts out Dali or surrealism. Yet, at the same time, somehow, it's compelling. The characters may end up doing little other than live but, somehow, there's something in there that catches one's interest.

““…exactly the contrary of a five-minute Mickey Mouse film or the dizzy sensation of a parachute-jump…
One must, as in a slow travel by cart in the epoch of Stendhal, be able to discover gradually the beauty of the landscapes of the soul through which one passes, each new cupola of passion must gradually become visible in due time, so that each reader’s spirit may have the leisure to ‘savour’ it…”