Only in this way can the gods survive – in the dark, quiet nooks of the human body, in the crevices of the brain, in the empty space between the synapses.”įlights meditates on the nature of travel in the twenty-first century, the foibles of human anatomy, and the preserving of that which is mortal. But the human ego burst forth and swept the gods up and inside, furnished them a place somewhere between the hippocampus and the brain stem, between the pineal gland and Broca’s area. “Once the gods were external, unavailable, from another world, and their apparent emissaries were angels and demons. A friend was kind enough to give me a copy of Nobel Prize Winner of Literature for 2018 Olga Tokarczuk’s Man Booker International Prize-winning novel, Flights. The Nobel, on the other hand, is a different matter, and I’ve read very few of its recipients. I’ve read a fair few of the prizes winners and nominees.
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