Light Perpetual: 'Heartbreaking . . . a boundlessly rich novel.' Telegraph

Avec son passé qui n’est plus, son avenir qui n’est pas encore et son éternel présent toujours en train de s’évanouir entre souvenir et projet, le temps est la plus prodigieuse de toutes les machineries.

That in some irreparable way the world was changing, that it spun away from her, and that in the whirl of change she was being flung to some forsaken corner.

sees that it is an old carriage clock, swathed in cobwebs. Its hands are stopped; frozen forever at six o’clock.

of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another? Because, I mean—mending old things, preserving them, looking after them—on some level there’s no rational grounds for it—”