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Not that I���Ĵ�ý�m surprised. Admittedly, I���Ĵ�ý�ve only read one of Wolf���Ĵ�ý�s other books, Cassandra, a retelling of the Fall of Troy in the first-person from the point of view of Cassandra, the cursed soothsayer. It���Ĵ�ý�s completely devastating and oh-so-complex, grappling with issues of patriarchy and violence, and language and���Ĵ�ý�well, anyway. Highly recommended, but that should go without saying because Wolf, I���Ĵ�ý�ve come to realize, is (was, R.I.P.) a complete genius.

I���Ĵ�ý�ve read a lot of great books this year, but City of Angels is by far the most rewarding. I���Ĵ�ý�m halfway through and the marginal notes are getting a bit out of hand. Wolf���Ĵ�ý�s ability to create layers of meaning in a peripatetic structure across three, sometimes four, different time periods is astounding. Set in Los Angeles around the time of Clinton���Ĵ�ý�s first election, she manages weave in the Holocaust, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the LA. riots, architectural and anatomic metaphors, particle physics, Communism, Capitalism, Buddhism, Greek mythology and so much more in order to investigate the further themes of loss, grief, surveillance, secrecy, self-examination and identity, translation, documentation, etc. I could go on. I really could. And she does this with utmost grace and fluidity.

Speaking of translation, Damion Searls has done a knockout job here. The prose is lovely but invisible in the reading, which is exactly what it should be. Wolf often hints at subtle connections between events by ordering them back-to-back, but never (never, this would be a sin to her, I think) states the connections overtly. Searls knows, though. He���Ĵ�ý�s on it, and he���Ĵ�ý�s done his job deftly. Systems of meaning rise to the surface like bubbles in a glass. So refreshing.

My favorite part of this book so far is the connection Wolf draws between political bureaucracy and architecture, using anatomical language to describe states of sickness or health as they occur in a population living under a functional or dysfunctional government, and the way architecture changes under those systems, directing bodies. The Berlin Wall is probably the biggest example of this. Again, Searls has handled this beautifully.

Wolf���Ĵ�ý�s use of pronouns (I & you, most particularly) is also absolutely brilliant and I applaud Searls���Ĵ�ý�s very elegant handling of them, but I would need a lot more room if I were going to talk about that in-depth. One blog post is not enough. I suggest you just go out and buy the book already.

But hey, there are other books, right? by Severo Sarduy ���Ĵ�ý� this is definitely another longlist contender for me. The book is a bildungsroman following the namesake young man through a series of sad and hilarious encounters with quasi-fabulist doctors and officials, the owner of an orphanage, and a young woman whose fate is bittersweet to say the least. Sarduy���Ĵ�ý�s language is colorful and shapely, and his ability to frame tragedy in a humorous context is definitely one of his many strengths. Likewise, Mark Fried���Ĵ�ý�s ability to relate Sarduy���Ĵ�ý�s complex meanings in a way that remains childlike and playful is very impressive, and makes reading Firefly at once a fun and intellectually stimulating experience.