blending between the medieval romance and the early picaresque novel
dark with the consciousness of human fate, and besotted with the high adjectival style of that consciousness as it lifts a coming-of-age narrative to the level of brilliant chiaroscuro meditation
ughhhh i love the way he writes
"Elbows off the table!” A cheerful and peremptory call to manners that has vast stretches of childhood in it.
damn great word
It is a sort of kore myth transposed upward, a Gnostic retelling in which the love of life, the moment of its blossoming and ceremony, traps us
wtf
And we leave the deeper thing in the work of art, which is also famously the most ineffable, its tone or mood, which is like a sensation of echo, which we often take away quite mutely and quietly
