I had been wanting to read this book ever since I visited Morocco and wandered through the streets and market of Marrakesh. It's quite a short book and very atmospheric, but I didn't think it was particularly well written, given that Elias Canetti was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1981. ...
A young land surveyor arrives in a village, appointed by the count of the castle on the hill overshadowing the country. In a dreamlike, labyrinthine tale riddled with material and emotional inconsistencies,Kafka envisions a bureaucratic administration bloated and twisted beyond all imaginings, in wh...
Like walking inside myself. Where I live, or even like a dream I often have where I am lost in the city, I can't find the right bus route, and the very air around me is golden. One comparison that comes to mind is being Diddy in Sontag's 'Death Kit'. But never mind, you either go or you don't. What ...
One word.... exquisite....
One word.... exquisite....