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Originally Posted by RussellinToronto
I was reading (and enjoying) Ben Lerner’s second novel, 10:04, this morning, which plays extensively with the borderline between art (or representation) and reality. In an early scene, the I-narrator watches Christian Marclay’s conceptual-art film The Clock and keeps glancing at the time on his phone -- forgetting that the film's central conceit is that the many clock- and watch-faces on screen are synchronous with real time. And as I read the novel I found myself noticing its running title at the top of my iPad screen and thinking: “10:04? That can't be right.”
I finished
10:04 last night (not, alas, at 10:04) and quite liked it.
No novel could live up to the hype it's had: it doesn't
really "redefine fiction" (or other absurd claims), but it does play in interesting ways with the borderlines between the novel, the memoir, the poem, and the lecture. And the writing is often terrific if sometimes (deliberately) showy.
If you're interesting in seeing what's happening in contemporary fiction, I recommend it.