I move through the city at the same time as I move through narratives—in my headphones, on my pocket screen, in bed by the light of an iPad, folding open a borrowed paperback—and these stories lay on top of the visible world, making a third space, where I live.
The architecture of this year so far (a partial list): Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah, Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, Miranda July, The First Bad Man.
This is great. 🙂 I’m reading Ferrante now, so that’s how I stumbled upon your post.