It's like a nightmare you can't wake up from. The very thing that other reviewers didn't like about this whopping novel was what made it another of my great reading experiences (which I remember like the memory of passing through something tremendous as if it was the Grand Canyon and not a novel at all) : they didn't like, but I did, the painful awful awe-full inevitability of the events, the doom of the characters, the dance of death we get drawn into for the last 200 pages - it's a quadrille, very formal, the partners are the characters, the plot, the author and ourselves, us, the readers. And he wants to open it and pass through to somewhere better. And then, one day, in the wall, he notices a door. Much like the hero of this brilliant novel - metaphorically speaking. And when I looked out of my other window, I saw a different wall. And when I looked out of my window I saw a wall. I remember reading this one, years ago, in a really bad flat in Mapperley Park.
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