A couple of week’s ago, I read B.S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates, a book in a box. All the chapters are broken up into little stapled sections and filed out of order. You can read it anyway you wish, but for the first and last part (which are marked first and last, if I remember right). The book is about the death of a friend of Johnson’s, semi fictionali…
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