Arnaav
An absolutely fantastic read that, in perfect understanding of its own manner of jumping across time and space, people, ideas, philosophies, and formulations, ends implosively, beautifully, into its own immutable essence as a great work of art.
I read this book as a child while recovering from surgery. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness and listened to Linkin Park's Minutes to Midnight throughout. The loop of the music combined with immediately reading again whenever I opened my eyes gave me the most continuous, intense, and maddeningly intricate dreams I have ever had. It's been many years since. I remember absolutely none of the plot. All I remember is the cover, the rhythm, the white of the hospital walls giving way to a furious cascade of green. Sometimes, when I listen to songs from that album, I remember flashes of scenes I'd conjured while lying in that chemical-scented bed. This book taught me what books can do when we experience them in ways other than sanity.
