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if this great Australian writer isn't your cup of tea, you'll know it within a few sentences.
I knew by the first punctuation mark that Murnane would be one of my favorite fiction writers. there's just no way to describe him, so i won't bother to try. that is a job for the professional academic. i'm just a fiction lover. and i LOVE Murnane. He infuses a desolate plain with more life than a topiary on acid. everything shakes and shimmers within his electric prose.
There's no other Australian writer who even comes close (and NO, Coetzee is NOT AUSTRALIAN).
Nice, concise read. Perfect to pick up now and then if you don't have much time. I think it gets slower towards the end, but the writing was so dream-like that I was usually carried along easily, thinking about places that could truly only be somewhat captured in Murnane's trademark writing style. Hadn't read anything quite like it, and I've been thinking about it long after I finished.
I have enjoyed and loved a lot of books in my life, but after reading this I feel connected to it in a way that only the most important books in my life make me feel. I get a sense that I have just consumed something of the utmost importance, a story I can dwell on that will stay with me for the duration. Murnane has a propensity toward this quasi dreamlike introspective banality that I can only describe, using authors of wider readership, as a blend between Cormac McCarthy, Roberto Bolaño and Mario Vargas Llosa.