![]() ![]() ![]() Sebald, I think, gives a hint as to what The Rings of Saturn is about in his opening paragraph: ‘the traces of destruction, reaching far back into the past, that were evident even in that remote place’. But, before you know it, our narrator has somehow segued into a section on Joseph Conrad, Roger Casement, the Emperor of China, Sir Thomas Browne, Chateaubriand, silkworms, some chap making a model of the Temple of Solomon, etc.-whatever the hell ‘etc.’ is supposed to mean when applied to seemingly random lists. ![]() A typical chapter begins with Sebald describing in beautiful prose the next desolate place on an East Anglian walking odyssey-they're all desolate. The Rings of Saturn is a strange and wonderful mix of travelogue, memoir, history, and fiction. It’s also a total enigma, being impossible to describe, but I suppose I ought to try. ![]()
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