Solip is a Beckettian experiment in the flexibility of language. Each sentence its own cosmos. Each line is a grave and what goes into a grave. There may be a million narratives in Solip, or there may be none. Each reader will find their own story inside.
“Every sentence of Solip is a brazen little puzzle of heavy mystery, which when welded together as an object form the most compact and mask-faced take on the encyclopedic novel I can think of. In the ballroom with Sukenick and Lispector, it's one that continues to unfold, query, conflate, revealing slick black floors where you thought walls were.”
-Blake Butler
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