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It's about this British guy, Sebastian O, who was once part of a private club of men who, you know, just liked to have fun: love between equals, cross dressing, bad poetry lectures and cucumber sandwiches. Then one of them finds some terrible truth about the way reality is constructed and goes to prison, soon followed by the disbanding of the group and the imprisonment of Sebastian O.
The story begins with O. attempting to escape prison. He's a weird guy, has some abilities that are never fully explained, and he's really an arrogant, funny bastard.
The story is full of poetry (in the text, in the architecture of the story itself, and there's even a villain who only speaks in form of poems). It's an alternate XIX century, with gas-powered computers and wooden helicopters. From all Morrison's stories that I have read so far, this is the more consistent and beautiful. |
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