Warning: You may find this post puzzling and awkward. It is thankfully short. But owing to our topic it is obligatory that I try to draft it without all my normal writing tools.
Our Author. Unsound? Or just brilliant.
Abysmal. Vacant. Vacuous. How many words can you find to paint such a pronounced void; walking through today’s world without any family. In his book, "Avoid/A Void" author G*org*s P*r*c works out a tragic loss as a baby of his Mama and Papa in World War II by writing 284 pgs in Francais using only a, i, o, u, y and consonants. It is oft awkward!
Our story is a whodunit that hunts for an individual, Anton Vowl, who is missing. Many odd clowns blow into its plot, but not too many last to supply any significant solutions for finding Mr. Vowl.
Notwithstanding, again and again, in all paragraphs, inspiring acts of avoiding mania charms bookworms. Look at this quip:
“Probably nodding off for an instant or two, Vowl abruptly sits up straight. ‘And now for a public announc--...’ Damn that static! Vowl starts twiddling knobs again until his transistor radio booms out with clarity”
Bits such as this sound comic. Can all this wordplay fill a chasm of loss that follows our author from childhood? I do not know, but kudos to an amazing translator who did adapt his words to Anglais so that I could finish this work; #682 of #1001 on my list.