![]() ![]() At times the perceptions were so sharp it almost hurt I could see my own life, my own thoughts, emerging from the pen of this writer living in a very different time and place writing with such extraordinary clarity and hopelessness. Each brief passage drags you deeper in, and the more I read the more lovely it was but also the more sorrowful it became. It is a book redolent with sweet sorrow, a kind of gorgeous melancholy that seeps out of the pages and under your skin. Perfect because I was in exactly the right frame of mind to absorb it the worst because I was in exactly the right frame of mind to absorb it. I started reading The Book of Disquiet during that very quiet, reflective period immediately after Christmas and it was both the perfect and the worst time to start it. ![]()
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