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| | No Saints or Angels -- book review |
 | | Ivan Klima is partial to imperfection, and thus we position ourselves in a jagged, steadfast, resolute stance, sifting towards an unexpected, imperceptible event, where suddenly a rift forms, a fissure, a fiat, and we become awkwardly enmeshed, clamoring beneath the sensuous caress of beauty, of a life lived and living. |
 | | Ivan Klima, at once expository and prophetic, comments on the familiarity of the absurd. |
 | | But Klima raises the ubiquitous landing zone and endears the reader to become callow, almost prurient in his multifarious connections. |
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