![]() ![]() ![]() Facts sit side-by-side with a kind of highly personal fiction we are given latitudes and detailed maps, but also lore and speculation. Kilda in the Atlantic, the Carolines of Micronesia, the American Pagan-is a prose poem of sorts. The book looks serious, until you read that quirky subtitle: it looks like a pocket atlas. At least, not too precious-despite the somewhat whimsical conceit, the author approaches her idiosyncratic task with seriousness. The subtitle is Fifty Islands I Have Not Visited and Never Will, but don’t worry: this book isn’t precious. There’s a book I’ve returned to again and again, ever since its clementine-orange cover first caught my eye at a museum bookstore: A Pocket Atlas of Remote Islands by Judith Schalansky, translated from the German by Christine Lo. It’s a beautiful big little small expansive book, as Sadie Stein attests in The Paris Review: (For reading the whale book again, I think?) I have no idea how Judith Schalansky’s Atlas was not on my atlas until earlier this month when BLCKDGRD sent me a copy. ![]()
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