When you crack open a book, you generally know what you’re getting yourself into, format wise. A story divided into chapters made of indented paragraphs, dialogue, and a mixed bag of long description and short, punchy text to keep things interesting and easy on the eyes. It’s a formula that works and lets us sink into the story like sinking into your favorite reading chair.
And then another kind of novel comes along.
A rebel. A do-what-it-wants, no-apologies tour de force that sees your traditional book formatting and laughs, laughs in the face of such conventionality. It wants you unsettled from page one, balancing on your tiptoes as you try to make sense of this narrative because it’s just all over the place and totally disregarding real paragraphs and third-person POV and what is it doing now?
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