Dover Thrift Editions
I had no fucking idea what was going on for the first 130 pages or so. I mean, I had a very vague idea of what was going on, there were people doing things in both France and England, in both the past and present, mostly these people were indistinguishable to me, I couldn't tell who was who or where was where and what, nor did I care. I don't mean to be cruel, but it was like reading 130 pages of a Jackson Mac Low prose poem, my eyes were registering sentences on the page but I was getting absolutely nothing from the experience. Sorry Jackson!
The second half was better.
I bought this book from a Barnes And Noble store in Concord in 1998.
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