…… this is a text that affords, incites and rewards a rereading, not only because it deals with (the only) ultimate issues—mortality, preeminently, —then truth, love, friendship, art, and (the very possibility) of solitude…but also by way of its fascinating and immensely variegated style—at once personal, austere, nostalgic, trenchantly and intensely insightful, —by turns (especially self-) critical, arrogant, scholarly, analytical, often lyrical and musical, full of haunting refrains and poetic and philosophical citation, and culminating symphonically with some remarkable poetry
—in short Dostoevskian ………
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By hackrelm
Nov 3, 2005
"I can not look past (the excessive use of parentheses)" Why did I even attempt to read this? Why do I choose to torture myself? For God's sake, look at the description of the book. What would possess someone to use parentheses in such an indiscriminate and callous fashion?
