ilona granet

I am almost finished reading my new favorite book, and on looking to see the number of the last page, I sadly read it! Not that it Was sad, but that it would be over and I would be out of the story and his engulfing world, that like The Eyes, I too now loved. My first experience as a child when reading a story about a (little?) horse, as the book ended I was weeping and dancing on my bed and the cross white shiny wood between the posts swearing I would never read again. He is a genius, the language, the full range of emotions, the brilliance of his parable, has me as thrilled as seeing Japanese films by good fortune when at art school, SAIC I had to get up and jump about, my body could hardly handle how magnificent it was to jus sit still & watch such visual beauty on and on and on. It was an accident, the cover of the book sitting in the window of an East Village book store resembled a dear friend's artwork now in a tiny garden a couple of blocks over. I thought to buy it for her but when I went back to look at it in my hands I read the first page and was a goner. The language and ideas! I had entered a complete world, with atmosphere. I had to have it. I am no spring chicken. I have been sharing it with anyone who loves language, narrative and delight, and has children or one lives within. (I have never written a book review before, as you might have noticed.) What a gift this is.