Last post was mean. Time to be nice.
I tried writing a bit about it, but got lost in jabbering about Zweig and Walser, and how it’s like them but not like them. I might come back to that. For now, here’s Nicholas Lezard, and here’s Waggish, both of whom are better adverts for the book and its virtues than me. Waggish, especially, gets the oddness of tone in the book: light, if not quite funny-comic, creating genuinely odd shades and pitches. It feels like a book that’s saying something for the first time. I’m looking forward to seeing what else he can do.