A passage from Downtown, chapter 17

The air grew spindly with the whir of spoked wheels, that sort of hissing, whizzing sound for which a hundred onomatopoeic words are coined, as though someone were knitting together the salubrious thickness of nothingness, clacking and creating with such speed that each stitch became indistinguishable beyond the blur of [...]

From a review of Paper Cities at Post-Weird Thoughts:
Stephanie Campisi’s The Title of this Story has many things to do with Borges. Metafictional, it tells the story of an onomastician who’s asked to translate and then name a religious book. The story is, of course, about the power of naming and ultimately questions if something [...]