This Then, I Thought, As I Looked

I Believe That The Black-and-white Photograph, Or Rather The Gray Zones In The Black-and-white Photograph, Stand For This Territory That Is Located Between Life And Death.

I Wonder Now Whether Inner Coldness And Desolation May Not Be The Pre-condition For Making The World Believe, By A Kind Of Fraudulent Showmanship, That One's Own Wretched Heart Is Still Aglow.

A Wonderful Story Collection Set Between One Place And Another And Shaped By A Fearless Sense Of Comedy.

The Noonday Demon Explores The Subterranean Realms Of An Illness Which Is On The Point Of Becoming Endemic, And Which More Than Anything Else Mirrors The Present State Of Our Civilization And Its Profound Discontents. As Wide-ranging As It Is Incisive, This Astonishing Work Is A Testimony Both To The Muted Suffering Of Millions And To The Great Courage It Must Have Taken The Author To Set His Mind Against It.

We All Have Appointments With The Past.