u/cvantass

It’s been years, y’all. I’ve read it twice. I’ve read another one of his works (Ka Dar Oakley). I’ve read other magical realism. Nothing I’ve found can hold a candle to Little, Big. The only thing that scratched the same itch was Kentucky Route Zero.

Reading Little, Big feels like living an entire other _lifetime_. It’s not just another world to escape into. The multi-generational family, the authenticity with which they live, the descriptions of architecture, nature, weather, seasons, youth and age, machines, meaning. The mysticism, the Weird Logic of it all. He writes so precisely that the whole thing feels like a true story that really happened, like he must have been there to catalog it himself, despite its subtle absurdity. I’m in love with his flavor of magical realism where the magic is always _just barely_ offstage, and if you could just peak around the curtain, there it would be!

And the prose! Oh, the prose. Never have I read anything so beautiful (and I read a lot of poetry).

Currently reading Swamplandia! and it’s meh so far.

Please save me.

It’s been years, y’all. I’ve read it twice. I’ve read another one of his works (Ka Dar Oakley). I’ve read other magical realism. Nothing I’ve found can hold a candle to Little, Big. The only thing that scratched the same itch was Kentucky Route Zero.

Reading Little, Big feels like living an entire other _lifetime_. It’s not just another world to escape into. The multi-generational family, the authenticity with which they live, the descriptions of architecture, nature, weather, seasons, youth and age, machines, meaning. The mysticism, the Weird Logic of it all. He writes so precisely that the whole thing feels like a true story that really happened, like he must have been there to catalog it himself, despite its subtle absurdity. I’m in love with his flavor of magical realism where the magic is always _just barely_ offstage, and if you could just peak around the curtain, there it would be!

And the prose! Oh, the prose. Never have I read anything so beautiful (and I read a lot of poetry).

Please save me.

It’s been years, y’all. I’ve read it twice. I’ve read another one of his works (Ka Dar Oakley). I’ve read other magical realism. Nothing I’ve found can hold a candle to Little, Big. The only thing that scratched the same itch was Kentucky Route Zero.

Reading Little, Big feels like living an entire other _lifetime_. It’s not just another world to escape into. The multi-generational family, the authenticity with which they live, the descriptions of architecture, nature, weather, seasons, youth and age, machines, meaning. The mysticism, the Weird Logic of it all. He writes so precisely that the whole thing feels like a true story that really happened, like he must have been there to catalog it himself, despite its subtle absurdity. I’m in love with his flavor of magical realism where the magic is always _just barely_ offstage, and if you could just peak around the curtain, there it would be!

And the prose! Oh, the prose. Never have I read anything so beautiful (and I read a lot of poetry).

That is all. If you’ve read the book, I’d love to hear if it affected you similarly or not.

It’s been years, y’all. I’ve read it twice. I’ve read another one of his works (Ka Dar Oakley). I’ve read other magical realism. Nothing I’ve found can hold a candle to Little, Big. The only thing that scratched the same itch was Kentucky Route Zero.

Reading Little, Big feels like living an entire other _lifetime_. It’s not just another world to escape into. The multi-generational family, the authenticity with which they live, the descriptions of architecture, nature, weather, seasons, youth and age, machines, meaning. The mysticism, the Weird Logic of it all. He writes so precisely that the whole thing feels like a true story that really happened, like he must have been there to catalog it himself, despite its subtle absurdity. I’m in love with his flavor of magical realism where the magic is always _just barely_ offstage, and if you could just peak around the curtain, there it would be!

And the prose! Oh, the prose. Never have I read anything so beautiful (and I read a lot of poetry).

Please save me.