Just finished reading “The Manual of Detection”, by Jedediah Berry.
Quote: “The diagram was a fairytale, written by a forgetful old man with wild white hair, and it whirled like a record on a phonograph.”
The story has a well thought-out, solid structure, the chapters’ of the book mirroring the chapters of the Manual in the book (yay metafiction), and a vivid juxtaposition of the circus as a metaphore of chaos and dreamland vs. order and ‘detection’, yin and yang needing each other for everyone’s safe living. Beautiful, imaginative dialogue and use of black umbrellas here and there. But it failed me completely on the characters:( in as much as they are functional, I didn’t feel any symphaty or empathy, for any of them. They fit nicely in the plot they serve, they have motivation…but I wanted to fall for them, and didn’t, not even a little crush 😦
Absolutely a book to read, anyway.