A review by adamz24
Steps by Jerzy Kosinski


Huh. I reread this with the express hope of afterwards being able to articulate what hit me so hard about this book the first time I read it.

Now I find myself even more convinced that this is a masterpiece, yet struggling to find the words to write either an extensive or pithy summary of my reaction to it.

Naturally, I looked up Kosinski's Wikipedia page, because that's just what you do. I found that one great academic and one great author had both said these great little bits on Steps:

"the narrator of Steps... seems to be nothing more than a disembodied voice howling in some surrealistic wilderness"- Samuel Coale

"[a] collection of unbelievably creepy little allegorical tableaux done in a terse elegant voice that's like nothing else anywhere ever"- David Foster Wallace

and really, with the former quote saying much about the weird, inherent sort of creepiness and distance of the narration in Steps, and the latter providing a brilliantly concise summation of the quality of the whole thing, I don't need to write much about this. That isn't to say I won't write much about it. I might sometime.