Undergoing tyranny, suppression, and mendacity, what could a human sustain? Friendship? Dignity? Ideals? Love? Discernment? Innocence? Perspective? Oneself? And to what extent? And undergoing trepidation, inhibition, and self-doubt, what could a human originate? Beauty? Fire? Refinement? Oneself? And to what extent?
The story in this book, which takes place merely during the course of a single day, attempts to tackle, probe, and project the foregoing queries through sometimes mundane and sometimes momentous encounters, through erratic structural proportions, discomposing comedy, zeal-charged characters, and tediously extensive blocks of dialogue. However, This tyranny which the story relates is not palpably depicted in visible forms of flagrant cruelty and dreadful duress, that is not necessary, for the tyranny in this story is unanimously understood to be the impetus that steers everything without the need to take manifest.
In terms of its stylistic nature, the book is metafictional, that is, it is figuratively aware of its own fictional state. This property of it allowed its organic complexity to be rationally delineated, and its comically flippant tone to range freely, and its poetry to breathe; poetry being the heart, blood, and the skin of the narrative. A glimpse of this constitutiveness of poetry in the narrative might be found in a fragment of the very title of the narrative: “The Disdained Guru and The Demythologized Gargoyle: Contrived Conversion by Coerced Convergence”. The title’s main part should be fluorescent enough to elucidate and neutralize itself right from the earliest stage of the reading. It is the subsidiary part of the title with its quirky alliteration that would require reading the entire volume of the book to be deciphered because it, itself, is the psychological predicament of this day-long story. Well, a book description must stop at some point before it so expands as to become the map that precedes the territory!
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