Even if you’re just getting started, you’ll appreciate this: p. 4, paragraph 5: “Another day, another dolor.” That’s not a typo, it’s a beautiful play with language. “Dolor” is grief, or sadness. I seldom dog-ear pages in my books, but this one already has 20 pages folded over to mark exceptional uses of language.
I noticed that too. Incredible book. I haven’t gotten very far, but the language is truly moving. Have you noticed how he describes the trash floating around the city—those are some of my favorite lines–so fragile.
I also noticed the “Dolor” phrase and had to look up the word. I have not gotten very far into this book, but so far really like. I’m currently in a dangerous place of trying to finish one book but could not wait to start this one.