AUTHOR: Enrique Vila-Matas
READ: October
THOUGHTS: I have been delaying writing on here mostly because of this book -- I don't really know what to say about it besides that I really loved it and that it was very powerful/moving for me, because Vila-Matas' conception of literature, and what/how literature 'can be' is very close to my own (of course comparatively incipient) ideas/feelings. I feel like anything that I say about this book will be stupid in comparison to its actual brilliance -- like, for example, I feel like this book understands the 'conceit' of metafiction not as something 'simply' signalling its own self-concsioussness/irony, but as using that self-consciousness as a catapult for engaging in the spectre of history and tradition in an incredible (-ly hilarious, heartfelt, deft, learned) way. I wish I was more fluent in Spanish because I would go out and read everything he has written.
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