Well - the second half was a letdown. The subjective crawled in... quietly, and surreptitiously... like a snake... and finally coiled itself around the body of the text and strangled it... like the corpse in Snake. Even Clark, with all his passionate looking, couldn't trust entirely simply to... looking. That is sad, because what he does in the first half of this beautiful book is so original and sustained... and successful.
Despite all this, I can't recommend this book highly enough -- provided, of course, you know when "enough is enough".
Speaking of snakes, here is Landscape with a Snake, which I don't believe I posted on the other site:
(For the first 40 or 50 pages I had to chew each page like a cow -- now, each line... maybe each letter. Now, about half-way through, I am actually 'reading'.... My copy, which does not have the offending omissions that some have noted, has however started to fall apart -- the pages with the two-page spreads of both Calm and Snake having disengaged from their spine.
Always a good sign, I think...)