It was a morning of high childishness. Everything belonged to the children. The expansion produced by the measurements and the feeling of contraction that goes with fear were overlaid by the world of childhood. The real universe is measured in millimeters, and it is gigantic. Aira uses contradictions, often of time and space, to create a pleasant sort of readerly disorientation; he can make the universe feel cozy, and often does. I think of him often as a master set designer, the kind that can make a captive theater audience believe that they are on an endless plain, while the action continually unfolds in front of their faces.

C├ęsar Aira, Ghosts. Translated by Chris Andrews.

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