JEAN-PHILLIPPE TOUSSAINT — RUNNING AWAY

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I was jetlagged, the prose felt like jetlag, the narrator was jetlagged for most of the novel. 

He does a lot of running around with limited information. It’s astonishing sometimes that he doesn’t look up and ask ‘where am i? Or ‘who is this?’ Only sometimes does he figure it out, later; mostly he just goes. Mostly there’s running, some pretty slapstick chases, it wouldn’t surprise me if Mr. Toussaint is a fan of silent comedies.