I just finished Autonauts of the Cosmoroute today. I happened upon it at my local library, whilst perusing the travel section's shelves. It's my go-to section of the library, always visited even when I don't go there in need of a book. I'm the first person to check this one out, always an honour. It just caught my eye, but has turned out to be far more influential than perhaps even it playfully suggested it might be.
The book begins with a lengthy prologue which served at first to make me wonder what I had gotten myself into. Such formal language, such seriousness. But I grew to see it was all in fun. And then finally the voyage embarks. You could fly through this book, but take time to savour the vingettes. Each day becomes its own story, quite different from the last. Some stories continue days after they began. Postmodernism, I now remember why I like you so much.
It served to remind me of the importance of love, how wonderful the VW kombi is for travel, and that my need to travel may not always require me going so far from home in order to find another world.
I can't wait to delve into Cortazar's other works.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment