You probably can't find a sharper division between myself and PClem than how we're likely to feel about a story like
"The Gorge" by Umberto Eco in this week's
New Yorker, but I dug it. Who else but Eco could start a story
My memory is proglottidean, like the tapeworm, but unlike the tapeworm it has no head, it wanders in a maze, and any point may be the beginning or the end of its journey, and for an encore have his main character call God a fascist?
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Gerry Canavan @ 2:35 AM
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