A novel of graphically observed detail in which the author seeks to create a sort of poetry out of the spiritual and material ugliness of life in Communist Romania. (New York Book Review)
My thoughts (hastily scribbled on a postcard):
A good book. Beautifully orchestrated. It should be read again, I think, in order to appreciate its symbols… But what I find interesting is that in the end it seems so easy to emigrate, and the guards can do nothing about it. So why didn't they emigrate before? But that's part of the point, I suppose.
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