04-17-2017, 11:36 AM
I had a bunch of trade and saw this in Recycled Books. I am sure I read it many years ago but couldn't remember any of it, so I picked it up.
It's short (just over 100pp) and rather allegorical, covering some of the same ground as parts of Siddhartha and Steppenwolf. When I got to the end I really wasn't sure what to think of it, so i read it again, which is something I don't think I've ever done before. In the end I think it was pretty good, if sometimes heavy handed. It's about despair and searching, and making art, specifically writing. The story is about a guy who is remembering being in a secret society on a journey to the East, a journey that was both physical and spiritual. He wants to write about it. There is a very good section in the middle about the difficulty of translating experience into print that I think you might like, DM.
It's short (just over 100pp) and rather allegorical, covering some of the same ground as parts of Siddhartha and Steppenwolf. When I got to the end I really wasn't sure what to think of it, so i read it again, which is something I don't think I've ever done before. In the end I think it was pretty good, if sometimes heavy handed. It's about despair and searching, and making art, specifically writing. The story is about a guy who is remembering being in a secret society on a journey to the East, a journey that was both physical and spiritual. He wants to write about it. There is a very good section in the middle about the difficulty of translating experience into print that I think you might like, DM.
the hands that guide me are invisible