The great Synge, Wilki told us more or less—but I'm sure he made it up, and, on top of that, now I'm twisting his words—was a guy, or, to phrase it better, a poet of notable talent, who traveled at the end of the nineteenth century to the Aran Isles, located at the mouth of the Galway Bay on the west coast of Ireland. With that brief aside tucked mid-sentence, Vila-Matas buries himself in further narrative layers, of doubt and faulty memory. The truth becomes detached and floats away; it no longer matters to the story.

Enrique Vila-Matas, The Illogic of Kassel. Translated by Anne McLean

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