Vanishing Point - David Markson

A seminonfictional semifiction.

Obstinately cross-referential and of cryptic interconnective syntax.
Probably by this point more than apparent-- or surely for the attentive reader.

As should be Author's experiement to see how little of his own presence he can get away with throughout.

At the recent milennium, Sylvia Plath would have been sixty-eight.
Anne Sexton, seventy-two.

Arnold Schoenberg's father was a shoemaker.

I was sure I would enjoy this book after reading 20-30 pages. It first seems to be nothing but a collection of quotes and historical tibbits. While many of the short statements were fascinating, it didn't seem like I was reading a novel. Referred to as an experimental novel, the author has only a few combined pages where he speaks. However, patterns begin to evolve in the statements. There is a focus on art and critics as well as death. Most of the statements refer to artists and it becomes apparent the author is struggling with his art, his death, and the meaning of both.

I enjoyed reading the book, partly for the interesting facts filling each page. Markson is intellectually stimulating and provides plenty to think about.