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Chronic City, which has the kind of fuzzy logic and characters-over-plot vibe only a novelist on their 8th book is allowed these days. Or Iain Sinclair. Really enjoying it and quite happy for all strands to not, necessarily, be resolved. This is the post-modern novel, after all. Great fun picking up the cultural shoutouts, whether buried or made expliccit.
People have complained about the book being too long, but it has nothing on Darkmans, Nicola Barker's Booker nominated slab (850 pages or so). She's a one. It grips , inspite of some shockingly 6th form prose, and has a truly Dickensian dedication to covering all bands of the social spectrum. It feels, actually, in a lot of ways like a 19th century novel of place. Or, perhaps, like a less hippy-dippy Cowper-Powys. |
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