by Gert Jonke
In the morning, the city of Vienna is usually shrouded in a low lying cloud, out of which it slowly unwraps itself with great exertion
- Gert Jonke, The System of Vienna, p 87.
This novella reminded me a bit of Calvino in its terse style and bizarre images. Innocence devolves into disillusion and the paranoid appear in unexpected moments. A book that bears reflection and perhaps ultimately will leave questions unanswered and thoughts unresolved. From stamp collecting to lovemaking the book becomes more fantastic as it spans briefly into nonexistence.
View all my reviews >>
No comments:
Post a Comment