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.
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