The Limits of Vision
A Novel
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- USD 17.99
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- USD 17.99
Publisher Description
An obsessive-compulsive housewife teeters on the edge of madness in this "immensely intelligent and delightful . . . dance of a book" (The New York Times).
The Limits of Vision is Robert Irwin's irrepressibly entertaining and imaginative novel about a young housewife named Marcia and the war she wages against dirt.
Set over the course of a single day as Marcia goes about her quotidian activities—having the girls over for coffee, tidying the house, making dinner—it becomes increasingly clear that her sanity is unraveling at an alarming rate. Irwin is at his creative best here, as he describes Marcia's conversations with Mucor, the "mouthpiece for the Dirt, the Empire of Decay and Ruin, the Principle of Evil," as well as such scientists and artists of the past as William Blake, Charles Dickens, Leonardo da Vinci, and Charles Darwin.
"Binds together philosophy and mayhem . . . The Limits of Vision ranks as a genuine (and rare) work of the imagination." —Jeanette Winterson, New York Times–bestselling author
"Unique, a ravishing product of pure imagination." —Ruth Rendell, The New York Times–bestselling author
"[An] astonishing work of imagination and erudition by a former professor of medieval history." —Publishers Weekly
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
If a world can be seen in a grain of sand, then surely phobia can be found in a handful of dust, or so contends obsessed British housewife Marcia, as she does endless battle with dandruff, the carapaces of roaches, grease, rust, grit, the whole panoply of household detritus. Terrorized by the imminent arrival of her coffee-morning ladies, she vacuums the carpet, only to be bested by the spirit Mucor, whose Latin name embodies all elements of slime and grime and who tries to entice her into the kingdom of filth over which he rules. To avoid him she enters the dazzling cleanliness of the Pieter de Hooch canvas hanging on her wall, invoking de Hooch and a raft of other geniusesDarwin, Teilhard de Chardin, Leonardo, Blake, Dostoyevski, even Jesusto assist her. The coffee-morning ladies arrive; she half-listens to their prattle while impatiently waiting for them to leave so she can attack the dishes they have dirtied. Soon her husband, whom she suspects of having an affair with one of the ladies, will come home; how can she defeat Mucor before that moment? The solution is in perfect harmony with this astonishing work of imagination and erudition by a former professor of medieval history.
