Finished Blake Butler’s Scorch Atlas earlier today. I’m still trying to get my head around it — while it shares a theme of disintegration with his earlier EVER, this is more expansive and more unsettling. And while my initial impulse is to volley out the adjective “hallucinatory,” that’s something I need to suppress, given how controlled Butler’s prose can be. Also: someone smarter than me should discuss Butler in terms of J.G. Ballard’s more apocalyptic works.
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