travel notes

Finished reading Indian Nocturne by Antonio Tabucchi. As the story unfolded, I remembered how much I had enjoyed it before, some twenty years ago. The perfect candy for a bookwormer-warmer, for a reference picker, style searcher, for play. The writing is fluid, compact but uncomplicated enough to allow quick reading, playfully obscure and filled with literary mousetraps. I liked travelling along during his search for a shadow-man, or his double, with nothing more than a travel guide and a very unrealistic optimism. The odd encounters and the mismatch of genres added to the final mirror-effect. Not too many prizes were given to this book: to read with pleasure under a blazing sun.