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Praise For "This book pierces the mind with strange elation. The terrible beauty of the writing is stark and urgent. It confounds the ordinary mind while breaching the passes to something deeper. How? "The prose paints and chants while language buckles and soars; as if Gertrude Stein had met Ramana Maharshi, Joyce had a vision of St. Francis, Beckett had not got stuck where he got stuck. For this reader, any real comparison would have to go back to Hamlet or Lear. Death and the absence of love CANNOT be accepted. Life is not ordinary. No complacency avails. There is no escape from the divine drama of everything. "An explosive mixture of pain and joy creates an apocalyptic heart-melting crisis. "The book enacts itself as you read it. The heart can hardly bear to confess it remembers such knowledge. "No easy read, we must say; a book that won't be finally swallowed or assimilated. This is our own drama." —GEOFFREY GUNTHER, PH.D. |
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