There is a certain pleasure to be found in reading a book that was publicly burned by the Nazis.
Talk is not only the “principal character in this book,” as Titley writes in his translator’s note, it is the book.
In his nostalgic yet critical gaze, the introduction of home computers in those years becomes a symbol for larger reconfigurations of solitude and companionship.
We have recently been made increasingly aware of the everyday failings of our own memories.
“It is absolutely safe to restart the reactor as long as nothing unforeseen happens.”
And then what did you do, he asked, and she said, I watched.
We simply couldn’t tolerate rogue fruit infiltrating Tokyo and corrupting public morals.
"When you hold an egg in your hand, its memories are communicated to you through its shell, you know."
The fragments of the girl come tumbling down.
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