Can a novel really deal with stories that dive deep into a consciousness of things that likens its progress to motion in “a mazed labyrinth, devoid of pattern or meaning”? This is a blog on John Williams’ (1948) debut ‘Nothing But The Night’.
Can a novel really deal with stories that dive deep into a consciousness of things that likens its progress to motion in “a mazed labyrinth, devoid of pattern or meaning”? This is a blog on John Williams’ (1948) debut Nothing But The Night. The edition used was published in 2016 by New York Review Books, … More Can a novel really deal with stories that dive deep into a consciousness of things that likens its progress to motion in “a mazed labyrinth, devoid of pattern or meaning”? This is a blog on John Williams’ (1948) debut ‘Nothing But The Night’.











