I may have misspoke on my previous post about Winter’s Tale. The greatest book ever? Nope. Still quite effective though. When you’re in the middle of it, it’s seems impossible that there are any other books in the world, but it partially disintegrates under the weight of its own sometimes histrionic use of magic realism–or rather the magic that I found so quaint and appealing during the first 1/3 of the book seemed increasingly silly during the last 1/3. So a bit out of balance.
On to Invisible Cities. Ah gods.