![]() ![]() ![]() The book itself has no single identity: love stories, investigative journal, self-help book, memoir, philosophical musings, historical fiction, bildungsroman, quest, survival manual, teenage diary, spiritual metaphor. It is ostensibly about love, but is at least as much about surviving loss and postponing death. “ A kind of half-light in which the reader can project his or her own imagination.” The result is wondrous, strange, and deceptively simple. They connect in often unexpected ways: pieces may split, run parallel, then diverge, or be reunited. The narratives have different textures, colours, size, shape, weight, mood, and style. This beautiful book is a similar cornucopia of fragments. “ If he took a complete, illustrated guide to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, shred it into a hundred pieces, cast them into the wind from the museum’s steps, let a few weeks pass, went back and scoured Fifth Avenue and Central Park for as many surviving scraps as he could find, then tried to reconstruct the history of painting, including schools, styles, genres, and names of painters from his scraps, that would be like being a palaeontologist.” The Simplest Questions Are the Hardest to Answer ![]()
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