Arrested Development| Books
The book might know how to tell a story, but it does not know how to imagine one.
by Aditya Sudarshan
Jul 19, 2019
1 minute
Enough, Enough my Masters', scribbled F. Scott Fitzgerald in one of his private notebook entries. The plea sat atop a list of names of women he had known. Anyone who has a weaknesswill sympathise with Fitzgerald's plight-provided he or she has also grown to overcome it. But if, instead, one's development remains arrested, then far from conquering, one is doomed to cling to and continually nurse-to the point of corruption-every beautiful fancy, well beyond that adolescence whose (transient and unrepeatable) atmosphere alone lent it life. , a brief collection of stories with a grandiose title, by the pseudonymous Ekarat, shows the symptoms of this condition.
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