The First Man
by Albert Camus

This “lost” memoir is a rambling examination of the younger self. Heartbreaking, sad, tragic even, the prose takes you on a journey of your own unstructured feeling world.

To the Lighthouse
By Virginia Woolf
One day refracted through one consciousness with all the tossing back and forth of the thought process itself

Jorge Luis Borges books Fictions
Though obsessed with structure in things, Borges seems to disdain the thing itself when it comes to his own writing – the joy of his work is in the atmosphere, the intensity, the colours and the

William Burroughs The Naked LunchVignettes – in measured sentences building to something lucid through chaos. Is this structure?

Some novels without plots drive me mad and some with just a plodding forward motion but missing suspense of interest are the worst compromise.

Whether a book is built of intricate plottings, or looser strands, the meaning of the book has to manifest itself to you. And the ending is crucial whatever the weather.

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