Banville's Lemur
I finished such late last night, defiant in my distance from the locker room chortle echoing from the reunion (why, Joel, why) and being muffled via the ambered stillness of middle-class mediocrity: my terminal location, I'm afraid.
The Lemur struck me as a Dostoevskyan wager: much like The Gambler, it was as if Banville was challenged as to whether he could switch the locale of his crime stories to contemporary NYC and hash out a tale with a maximum of 24 hours of effort. The distance from murder to denouement is literally a few dozen pages.
I don't know what is next, though I have considered a third reading of Gravity's Rainbow.
The Lemur struck me as a Dostoevskyan wager: much like The Gambler, it was as if Banville was challenged as to whether he could switch the locale of his crime stories to contemporary NYC and hash out a tale with a maximum of 24 hours of effort. The distance from murder to denouement is literally a few dozen pages.
I don't know what is next, though I have considered a third reading of Gravity's Rainbow.
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