Expectations run high when you hear about a “forgotten” monument of 20th-century literature. Miklos Banffy’s sprawling, muscular epic of pre-WWI Hungary delivers.
The Worm Ouroboros is a curious classic that influenced some major figures in 20th century fantasy. Fans of the chiseled abs of modern commercial fiction may lose patience quickly, but if you’re not familiar with it, it’s worth a look.
The title of Paul Theroux’s new story collection makes me expect something zany, gripping and sardonic. Sardonic they are, zany they may try to be, but gripping they’re not, entirely. Unsettling and unloving are words that come to mind, and I’m flirting with “unwholesome.”
It’s refreshing to see the the work of one of the greats with its guts sprawled out on the workbench.
I’m going to fire up a category of short posts in which I share short passages that interest or delight me for some reason or other, in the thought that they may interest or delight you as well. Here’s one I noticed a while back.