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|A Certain Experience of the Impossible
|Provisional Extent: 168 pages
|Format: Paperback 6" x 9"
||Publication: May 2009
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Has Harold Pinter collided with the Priory of Sion, in this strange tale?
Or has Jean Baudrillard met his fate at the hands of Dennis Wheatley?
Perhaps Paul Auster has been talking to the Third Policeman?
A dazed man crosses England by night in an inscrutable luxury car. Hardly knowing who he is or where he's going, he feels he might have been awake for a thousand years. Then, at a grand and desolate mansion where he chances to call, he stumbles on a gathering of strangers, whose welcome is as effusive as it's bizarre.
Decades of scholarly research, planning, and calculation have gone into this meeting which, those present are convinced, will change their lives forever - perhaps even alter the very nature of time and being.
Now they are ready for the final act of their long drama.
Instead they hear another story. Not of metaphysics, but of a Chinaman, a whore, and perhaps a murder in a Mediterranean marina; of an innocent girl sent on a pilgrimage to some unknown end across the blistering North African desert; of the ancient, unique Senua Codex; of artists and philosophers and savants précieuses
in smoky Parisian cafés; of a desperate search for a seductress with a leather-bound notebook; and of a CIA assassin working for the KGB...
At the heart of it all, and of their bizarre scheme, is the enigmatic Martin. But is he mad, blessed, or cursed? Or exactly what he says he is?
Jean Bonnin was born in Lavaur, in the Tarn in France, in the year of the deep snows; he was brought up mainly in Wales and England. He took his first degree in government and politics at Birmingham, and his second in political philosophy at Hull; his doctoral research was on theories of despotism. After university he lived and worked in France, Portugal, Ireland, and the former East Germany. On deciding to leave the underground music scenes of Berlin and northern France behind him - but not to abandon his guitar - he returned to Wales, where he now lives with his wife and his imaginary cat.