"Jeff Fort's Disintegration is like a mysterious peacock's plumage: from the start you are swimming in strange beauty, as you slowly recognize that it has many eyes. The book has one eye on the experimental traditions of modernist invention, one on the catastrophe of the present, another eye on dreams, another still with a precise eye on language. But finally it has all eyes on something else: 'what matters is pure utopia, ' as it reminds us, against...
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