The thing is every time I read “Archimboldi” in 2666, in my head I hear Rambaldi and wonder for a few seconds when Jennifer Garner’s going to swing in and thwack Norton upside the head.
(She never does. …I know!)
Only to p. 77, but making progress! (Yes, I do use a Polaroid as a bookmark.)
That there is the middle of a sentence. Those 2 pages.
Quite apart from being mentally out of breath, I’m impressed it all made sense.
Here goes…
