2003-03-06 20:15

The Tracery of a Pattern

I am crawling slowly through Invisible Cities. It reads like so many prose poems, with each subchapter devoted to describing a different city. I am moving through it more like a collection of poetry than a novel. An odd, and uncommon, experience.

What’s more odd, though, is that I keep thinking of Richard Brautigan. A somnolence enshrouds Invisible Cities that reminds me of In Watermelon Sugar.

What would this world be like if Brautigan had fallen in with the Oulipians rather than the Beats?


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