Come leggere una tela di De Chirico

I wish there is more of Plume, who is reminiscent of Italo Calvino's Marcovaldo ([b:Marcovaldo: or the Seasons in the City|19470961|Marcovaldo or the Seasons in the City|Italo Calvino|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1387072470l/19470961._SY75_.jpg|1702834]). Some sections also remind me of Octavio Paz's [b:Eagle or Sun?|43172593|Eagle or Sun?|Octavio Paz|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1544247232l/43172593._SY75_.jpg|237407] -- but less rigorous, perhaps. Personifying, e.g., fortune and misfortune is a hypnotizing strategy to play with the human condition, and yet David Eagleman's [b:Sum: Forty tales from the afterlives|6305597|Sum Forty tales from the afterlives|David Eagleman|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1532902481l/6305597._SY75_.jpg|5014561] seems to be capable of taking it further. Overall, the volume is a hit-and-miss for me.

Strangely bluesy and affecting, especially for something mixing ripe surrealism, willful doggerel, Dada drama, modernist pratfalls, and gore dreams—just a very good book about being a person.