IdleRich
IdleRich
Just started reading Sebald's The Rings of Saturn and it's such lovely, simple prose that the pages almost turn themselves even though the book is bascially (so far) about nothing other than some paintings he's seen, books he's read and a depressing walk he's making along the East Anglia coast. In fact everything in the book is melancholic, depressing and deals with things coming slowly and sadly to an end; already about five people have died but normally in low-key and lonely ways and those deaths are reflected in the collapse of herring stock, the manor house brought low and the impoverishment of formerly wealthy Lowestoft. Dunno if I'm exactly making it sound good but it's recommended to anyone who enjoys reverie, ends of eras and crystal clear writing.