Hypnotic, monochromatic cine-essay on W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn.
Writers, artists and critics with various connections to the book explore Sebald's walk through Suffolk in terms of human loss, landscape as history, the uncanny, and other such things that make my brain magnetise in a happy way.
"The English and European tradition is of walking as recovery, the American practice is of walking as discovery."
I really, really want to read it now.
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