I don't watch a lot of Netflix, likely because after wading through a bunch of popular/trending items I don't find anything palatable. Yesterday I tried a different approach. I looked through the critically acclaimed films and (eventually) came across The House:
Although the movie left me slightly discombobulated, I thought it generally worthwhile. For some reason, about half-way through, Harry Mathews' The Sinking of the Odradek Stadium came to mind. I once owned a copy of it. In the early 1980s (I think), I lent it to Brad (I think), a workplace acquaintance. I lost track of Brad at some point. I never got the book back!
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