Jun 072012
 

Littlewood’s meditation on friendship, desire, and beauty starts off with the weariness of the traveller, the tiredness of the tout, and the gorgeous and dangerous beauty implicit in water features. It escorts the reader through relationships, growing up, the sense of time passing, exploration, of exploration itself, all while building the strange with aplomb.

There is craft here, both at the sentence level as well as in digging out details: trying a new/dangerous bit of diving (in a cenoté) for the first time, the privilege of a first-world traveller, tired, deflecting the overtures of hopeless tat sellers, losing a friend.

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