Parallel Stores, by Hungarian novelist Péter Nádas, Sixty hours, Brilliance (their longest ever; mine too).
Nádas is highly respected in Europe. Nádas writes scenes and characters in no discoverable order. They cross paths or maybe not, recur? Usually not. Docial and political history, violence, madness, extremely explicit sex—these categories overlap. The style is as difficult as subject: Who’s speaking or thinking or being reported? Should we make the audiobook clearer than the novel on the page?
