[name of author]’s [title], Reviewed
[name of author]’s rumination on death reminds me of Saramago’s own, that “death has this strange beauty of being as lucid as a mathematical demonstration, as straightforward as drawing a line between two points, so long as it does not exceed the length of the ruler.” [name of author] eschews this metric, refusing to align with the typical parameters of the book form, with authorship, character, genre, and nearly everything else. Is [title] an audacious debut? Or is it a posthumous masterpiece, meticulously edited by a team of scholars and archivists? Brimming with wit and intrigue, [title] provokes the kinds of questions only a literary hoax of this sophistication and magnitude is capable of.
Anthony Ballas reviews [name of author]‘s book [title].