You can ponder Engine Summer endlessly, in part because of its intricate, poetic structure, and in part because Crowley gets at fundamental questions about our narrative species. When you read or hear a story, do you contain it, or does it contain you?
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John Crowley: Engine Summer (1979)
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You can ponder Engine Summer endlessly, in part because of its intricate, poetic structure, and in part because Crowley gets at fundamental questions about our narrative species. When you read or hear a story, do you contain it, or does it contain you?