Pedro Páramo by
Juan Rulfo
Insane narrative structure that flows through different perspectives, memories, desires, and lingering conversations of a ghost town. The writing is minimal but very vibrant, it kept making me think that it's the book equivalent of a colourful mexican/southwestern style landscape painting (though thematically it's bleak). These hundredish pages pack in pretty much the whole of Páramo's and the town's life in a way that transcends time.
Quote:
As he tried to lift his left hand, it dropped like lead to his knees, but he thought nothing of it. He was used to seeing some part of him die every day. He watched the leaves falling from the Paradise tree. "They all follow the same road. They all go away."
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The Crying of Lot 49 by
Thomas Pynchon
Can confirm: Southern California is riddled with literal Nazis and it becomes very obvious when you're on LSD in the city.
Kind of expected to end how it did with the way the details unraveled into more complex knots. What a ****in ride though.