Metaliterature

It was as though my memories were pigeons and the accident a big noise that had scared them off. What was I doing in April 2023? It was year before I found out my entire department was being cut (to get rid of just one senior manager or so it seemed at the time – I now realize it was because they were confident the world would forget their callousness and that someone else would pick up the work but it wouldn’t be on their dime), but I have no real idea what was going on in my life from the vantage point of this complicated and distant present. But I was obviously reading Tom McCarthy’s third novel as here it is, waiting to be reviewed (and in good company too it seems). This too features some forgetfulness, but wrought of blunt force trauma (rather than a state of nothing remarkable happening) after our unnamed and decidedly odd narrator gets bonked on the bonce by something which fell from the sky. A very lucky boy, however, he not only survived but also received a substantial pay-ou...