I must say that Lang gets nowhere near the mood of this novel which is all about spiritual despair and the consolation of small things. He goes for the obvious: the bomb in the suitcase; not the egg in the cake - or the bazaar itself. In the novel a crushed person finds some consolation in this entirely innocent human occasion which, like the devil's wiles, lures him, all unknowing, into the vilest unraveling of human deceit. Clever but shallow.
I must say that Lang gets nowhere near the mood of this novel which is all about spiritual despair and the consolation of small things. He goes for the obvious: the bomb in the suitcase; not the egg in the cake - or the bazaar itself. In the novel a crushed person finds some consolation in this entirely innocent human occasion which, like the devil's wiles, lures him, all unknowing, into the vilest unraveling of human deceit. Clever but shallow.
jahaniman 7 months ago