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on 28 June 2014
Hard to know what to make of a such a strange book - one keeps looking for a key to unravel the metaphysical/ metaphorical basis of the narration and the narrator, who by the way is entirely unreliable. The title is somewhat misleading in that teleportation is not an essential element of the plot, or is it and did I miss a clue? It is not by coincidence that the narrator is called Loeser, like the English word. To say that the subsidiary characters are larger than life would be misleading, as their connection with real? people is somewhat tenuous and fleeting. They are cardboard cutouts, put in the stocks to be pelted with rotten apples and tomatoes. I wanted to know more about life in the Weimar Republic and about the campus murders and mutilations, but there are already enough dead ends. I felt that the book could be dismantled and put together in a new arrangement or as a series of linked short stories, which it is halfway there already. I felt uneasy throughout the whole reading but at no point did I want to down tools and quit. At a minimum that is the basic requirement of any novel, but this is genre which should be judged by different standards. I probably has to look up more technical words than any recent book, but that added rather than distracted from the whole. In some ways this could be described as an anti-novel as all the elements of a mystery drama are present but they are graphically distorted as in in a fairground mirror. You will either like it or hate it - that probably says more about you that the novel.