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Lying back now on the bed trying to picture his father's putative invention, he sees skinless bodies moving through empty space: hundreds of them, stretching, bending and gesturing, like the dancing skeletons of folklore and travelling carnival displays. "Carrefax Cathode"
…all Serge can see is death- death broadcast out…to homes in Europe and across the world. Can death be patented?

He listened to the whine and crackle…right through till morning- and heard, or thought he heard, among its breaks and flecks, the sound of people treading cold, black water, their hands beating small disturbances into waves that had come to bury them.

So far I’m feeling like I’m in the voice / structure of Pynchon’s Mason&Dixon but with focalization more like Joyce in the child parts of Portrait
It’s really delicate like a filigreed surface that’s covered in moss and I can’t see the whole of