Laura Miller on a new novel---beginning with The Crying of Lot 49 unstated.

[Mark Kohut]

Arule of thumb: The more avidly you want an explanation of the meaning
behind a powerful and cryptic work of art—from David Lynch’s *Mullholland
Drive* to Franz Kafka’s *Metamorphosis—*the less satisfying and
comprehensive the answer can ever be. Sometimes how a book or a film
puzzles you—how it may mystify even its own creator—is the main point. The
way it keeps slithering out of your grasp. The way it chats with you in the
parlor even as it drags something nameless and heavy through the woods out
back. The person who made it went off into the dark somewhere and came back
holding this beautiful thing, a genuine souvenir. But can even she
understand exactly what it is or what it’s for? Relax: You’ll never know.
You can never know.
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