The Luminous Halo

The messy big novel, the one created in the basement of a chicago apartment in the 1920's, the one kept by a writer bent on Edwardian adherence to detail, can at once deny access to a world and cramp the world in its own control. How many characters and lamp posts will receive this treatment before something occurs, happens, or a significant thought erases some of the planes swishing before? Could be a thousand pages before detail encourages action. He had struggled and fallen in love with Deamons, and he willingly picked the book up from the floor after throwing it, and continuing to read he found all of the inaction would lead to momentous, somewhat heavy handed, arson and killing and suicide. The text mixed the conversational epithet and the wrapping cloak of D's description with an effortful collision of identities. A mixture of the poles of american and british literature from a Russian eighty years prior. This text left him breathless as well, after D raced to an attic where the careless lovable man dangled.