Thursday, December 17, 2015

Moods / Yoel Hoffmann, trans. by Peter Cole, unpaged

Odd and initially off-putting, this is a series of loosely connected brief passages.  They contain fragments of memory, musings, passing thoughts, and bizarre notions.  At first I found it almost impossible to make sense of this, but eventually it began to work on me like a drug, and I entered into the author's weird frame of reference. The Holocaust, lots of sex, Tel Aviv, metaphysics, it's all there.

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