Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The book is an architecture, i can hardly imagine it any other way, just as a labyrinthine subterranean complex. Rooms open into caverns of bright summer days, farewells at seaports, hotel rooms, and apartments. The corridors are non places non spaces, they are the narrator, perhaps. The narrator walks the corridors opening doors leading the reader through the building.

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