So I didn't immediately put The Manhattan Project into my Amazon cart. I did start looking at the LFPL website regularly, though, hoping that they would order a copy and I could latch onto it before the queue formed. When the dice failed to appear month after month, I sent an interlibrary loan request in. They'd come through for me on some other pretty rare stuff, so I had high hopes. But then I got this email:
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So! Apples! Them! Like!!!
And I picked that baby up the other day and read it imdamnmediately.
And it was lovely, of course. It's László, you know. And not only did I enjoy his ruminations on Herman Melville (etcetera), but it also made me want to go back and re-read all of his other books (unfortunately it's not a huge pile, but it looks like New Directions is slowly translating the rest of his stuff into English, so more is on the way).
But I have to say that I'm glad that I didn't buy it.
For one thing, that 96 page length? Like uh-uh. This book is packed with pictures. And there are several pages that have a single line of text. All told, you get about 21 pages of László Krasznahorkai's words. And as much as I love him, $40 is way too much to pay for that.
So thanks, LFPL. What would I do without you?
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