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Matthew Battles
The Manuscript of BelzThe library is collapsing on itself, trying to digest itself. Renovation has turned the whole place into a vast construction site, where tradesmen build temporary walls surrounding temporary walls surrounding temporary walls, ad-hoc postindustrial labyrinths lit by bare bulbs encroaching on the bookstacks. Construction workers come into my office daily, sledgehammering pillars and propping them up again, removing thermostats, ceiling lights, and flooring. It's out of this maze of dust and incandescent light that Brko emerges, bearing apologies and a manuscript—the apologies for his intrusion, and the manuscript for his enrichment. Then again, I suppose that's what his apologies are really for, too. more...
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