Reading this book keeps being so much fun! But not only fun; it is also unsettling, sometimes strangely and unexpectably touching. Mallo is a master of images. Of meandering. A philosophical conundrum, this book. You can never quite grasp it, surprises lurk everywhere. And yes, sometimes I am frustrated... But I keep reading, as under a spell. Makes me think of Sebald, Lynch, Pynchon, Vonnegut, Egan, Vila-Matas.
— Jul 17, 2024 12:05PM
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