Books I've read, in order.
Lost Horizon, James Hilton
I'll be.
There is tight skill in these 1930's wedge-wads.
Like Henry James: a story that neither begins nor ends, but whittles to its core.
La possibilité d'une île, Michel Houlebec
Playful, decrepit, irresponsible whimsy disguised as careful optimism.
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