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Alison Spedding


In the novels, always (or rather, almost always, I do not exaggerate), there is a constructive detail that draws attention, either by their abnormality, either by its seductive power, whether by its diegetic importance, both joyful reading as literary criticism or mere revue review like this. In Cot iron, the fourth novel by Alison Spedding1, compared to other more or less 11 short chapters, highlights the enormous chapter 10 of 162 pages. Not therefore this difference in size, but because all the previous part is constructed of more "modern" manner (by using a word), that is, by stacking 'bricks' (chapters) of temporal history and spatially disordered, at time develop the main plot, it does with frequent changes of narrator, flahsbacks and prolepsis (eg letters Ilse), a kind of puzzle that the reader must rebuild. Instead, those 162 pages dumped more "traditional" way, ie, chronologically ordered, the adventures of a family of 80 and 90.


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