Valente, Catherynne M. -- The Habitation of the Blessed
Have not yet read.
Layers of story set in the land of Aristotelian foreignity -- the
place with faces-in-their-bellies people and people with giant ears
and people with giant hands and monopods and so on. Also, of course,
the Fountain of Youth and Prester John. A monk travels there and
finds three accounts of those days growing on a tree of (possibly
lowercase) knowledge; he starts copying them down before they rot.
Does any of this not sound like a Valente book?
What's in this book is a lot of colliding between "our" Western
culture and Utopia, aka "did these virtuous pagans of legend really
need a Christian emperor?" I feel vaguely disconnected from the
argument. I mean, I'm as much an American white guy as the next
American white guy, but why-should-I-care-about-your-Jesus is not
an interesting argument no matter which side wins. The prose is
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