Pfitz
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- US$13.99
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"Pfitz is a surprisingly warm and likeable book, a combination of intellectual high-wire act and good traditional storytelling with a population of lovers and madmen we do care about, despite their advertised fictionality. Certainly Crumey’s narrative gymnastics have not affected his ability to create strong, fleshy characters, and none more fleshy, more fleshly, than Frau Luppen, Schenck’s middle-aged landlady, a great blown rose of a woman who express her affection for her lodger by feeding him bowls of inedible stew." Andrew Miller in The New York Times "Rreinnstadt is a place which exists nowhere - the conception of a 18th century prince who devotes his time, and that of his subjects, to laying down on paper the architecture and street-plans of this great, yet illusory city. Its inhabitants must also be devised: artists and authors, their fictional lives and works, all concocted by different departments. When Schenck, a worker in the Cartography Office, discovers the 'existence' of Pfitz, a manservant visiting Rreinnstadt, he sets about illicitly recreating Pfitz's life. Crumey is a daring writer: using the stuff of fairy tales, he ponders the difference between fact and fiction, weaving together philosophy and fantasy to create a magical, witty novel." Sunday Times Built out of fantasy, Andrew Crumey's novel stands, like the monumental museum at the centre of its imaginary city, as an edifice of erudition." Andrea Ashworth in The Times Literary Supplement
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After his postmodern Orwellian debut (Music, in a Foreign Language), Crumey moves into the fabulist territory of Italo Calvino and Dino Buzzati with a short novel of literary inspiration and obsession in the fictional city of Rreinnstadt. The city is the Borgesian creation of an unnamed European prince, a city that exists purely on paper, employing innumerable bureaucrats. One of these, the minor cartographer Schenck, finds himself in a boy-meets-girl story when Estrella, a biographer, comes looking for information on a certain mysterious Count Zelneck. In his eagerness to assist her, Schenck slips into fabrication, unaware that fiction is the prerogative of committees of Rreinnstadt's Literature Division. The subsequent tale-within-a-tale-within-a-tale gets arch indeed when an imaginary reader addresses the off-page author about the fictional author Pfitz, but Pfitz himself is a diverting raconteur, whether he's telling shaggy dog stories about his father or a fable about the man who fell in love with a shadow. And if Crumey takes authorial self-consciousness further than most readers will readily go, he provides plenty of suspense and amusement along the way.
