A room.
He stands at the window.
And a voice says: Everything passes. The
good and the bad. The joy and the sorrow.
Everything passes.
Josipovici is the only writer on this list I’ve known personally, and I think one of our finest living novelists and critics. In this short fragmentary novel literature opens itself in the smallest of spaces. Narrative is exposed, stripped bare, in a way quite different to Beckett. It has an austerity and development of tonal and sentence patterns that draws from music as much as poetry, leaving any consistent narrative elusive. It works in the little shadow that writing opens, where life shows itself to us, life and the passing time that will eventually take us from it.
Published by Carcanet, 2006
A Personal Anthology 