"I had sent away for a plan of Anaskol and had received this map in return.
It was accompanied by a note saying Anaskol did not exist, but would this do."
I wrote before, here, about my ambivalent relationship with maps of non-existent worlds at the beginning of books, but non-maps of non-existent worlds compliment fantasy's undependability far better, and so are fine... Once, last century, when I was allowed to be a film critic for the university paper, I watched Peter Greenaway give an interview in which he said film was the perfect medium for him because he was interested in text and images, and I remember thinking, maybe he should be working in comics instead, because film isn't just words and pictures, it's also time, and his films are quite boring. But I hadn't yet grown to appreciate drifiting in and out of a work, nor had I yet seen his early funny stuff.
"According to Tulse Luper, Antilipe in Syria was the home of a unique species of
black maritime rook that mated with seagulls. That was obviously another Antilipe."
"I am the watchman! How do you do? What is the matter?"
That film was quite the journey, thank you for sharing. My favourite bit was about eighteen minutes in:
ReplyDeletePerhaps the country only existed in its maps, in which case the traveller created the territory as he walked through it. If he should stand still, so would the landscape.
(Very Invisible Cities indeed, with maybe a pinch of Borges, too. And yes, that's about all the authors I'm familiar with, if that wasn't clear enough already.)