It took me a while to get through this one, and I’m still not sure why. It’s not really long, and there’s a lot of good stuff in here about the act of writing, and much playful formalism around narrators, point of view, and what’s real anyway. (It would probably have helped me to review the plot of Twelfth Night.1) The book reminded me quite a bit of Piranesi—not in any specific way, more a mood or a feeling.
I dimly remember seeing it performed at Shakespeare in the Park in the early 00s. ↩︎