The book begins with the question, "Must I write?" What follows is both a chronicle of the images that have endured in the author's mind and an exploration of their nature. The clarity of the images is extraordinary, as is their range, from Mandrake the Magician to the bachelor uncle kicked in the "stones" as a child, from a cousin's doll's house to the mysterious woman who lets her hair down, from the soldier beetle who winks messages from God to the racehorses that run forever in the author's mind.
The narrator lays bare the acts of writing and imagining, finally giving us a glimpse of the mythical place where the characters of fiction dwell before they come into existence in books. With something of the spirit of Italo Calvino and Georges Perec, this is a cornerstone of Murnane's unclassifiable project, for which he is a deserving Nobel Prize candidate.
Praise for Gerald Murnane
"The greatest living English-language writer most people have never heard of." --New York Times Magazine"A genius." --Teju Cole
"Murnane's fantasies are many-layered, and the narration weaves between these and his mundane life in thrillingly long, lyrical sentences." --Christian Lorentzen, London Review of Books
"Strange and luminous ... His books ... (are) really about the mind behind (their) characters: the singular, fascinating consciousness that gives them life." --Jon Day, The Guardian
"Murnane's is a vision that blesses and beatifies every detail." --Washington Post
"Murnane has proven, over four decades and some dozen books, to be one of [Australia's] most original and distinctive writers." --Paris Review
"Strange and wonderful and nearly impossible to describe." --New York Times
"Murnane's sentences are little dialectics of boredom and beauty, flatness and depth. They combine a matter-of-factness, often approaching coldness, with an intricate lyricism." --Ben Lerner, New Yorker
'As with Proust, the specificities of the images he pursues and catalogues provide their own pleasure [but] the effect of his writing is less about the images themselves, and more about the way thought works in the human mind.' Chris Power, The Guardian
"[For Murnane, ] access to the other world - a world distinct from and in many ways better than our own - is gained neither by good works nor by grace but by giving the self up to fiction." --J. M. Coetzee, New York Review of Books
"Murnane's writing is carefully, thoughtfully worded, his deliberations seemingly open, even as there's obviously much more hidden care and attention behind it." --M.A.Orthofer
"As Murnane remarks, 'My writing was not an attempt to produce something called literature but an attempt to discover meaning', and his insistence on the artifice of written enterprise bears witness to a thoroughness and integrity that far outweigh the minor virtue--or minor vice--of readability." --Adrian Nathan West, Times Literary Supplement
"[The] Nobel Prize contender writes like a clockmaker: every sentence is a finely tooled cog, every book an exquisite machine." --Australian Book Review