The hail was getting downright life-threatening ! (I & many horses of those regions had bumps and bruises the next day.) / We beheaded ourselves into the under=fir. Crouched beneath the barby weir(= bony wire-hair) of what had perished below. And simply waited. -.

Overhead divinities, be generous and lavish us with stars- these Collected deserve at least TEN. Comprised of three collections, there is a tenderness and mastery which is beyond provocative, it is a heavy hearted triumph of the literary instinct. As the reader swells in appreciation, he finds a lump in his cautious throat: what is this but a Joyce with a Dickens soul.

Hmyes -

There is a trepidation in these dark woods. Shit, that's why I pranced about for years collecting these volumes without an emboldened foot forward . So all you pups and kittens take an moment and browse both Trading Keys and and then convince yourself that this madcap madrasa is indeed the Shining Path to personal enrichment and relative obscurity. I do offer a warning. Mentioning Schmidt will afford you no favors at the Stupor Bowl party your attending this evening with fellow Rotarians and binge-viewers of TLC and The Voice. No, best keep that eschatology to yourself. ( )

Really clever and enjoyable at first, but then all the "experiments" got old, especially towards the end, where Schmidt just seemed like a still-comprehensible forerunner of the more unintelligible work (i.e., anything but House of Leaves) of Mark Z. Danielewski. ( )