Mezzanine A Novel (Paperback, 1990)
The Mezzanine: a unique via Nicholson Baker. classic Books,1990
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right into a tougher w e a v e of shoe lace for the export industry. Oh no! His very o w n shoelace had snapped one time too many one morning, and rather than purchasing a couple of substitute costume laces on the nook farmacja and forgetting in regards to the challenge until eventually the subsequent time, he had built a computer and strapped hundreds of thousands of shoe laces of all types into it, donning them d o w n again and again, in a passionate attempt to get a few subtler suggestion of the forces at paintings. And h e had long past past that—he.