Publisher's Synopsis
Expeditions, taken up by the explorers we all are, ultimately cannot be read. Only experienced. On venturing into it, you'll find your ticket is no good, expired, or valid only on Tuesday. Your fellow travellers will tell you you are wearing the wrong shoes. If you force your way past the gate, you will stub your toe, scrape your shins, lose your suitcase, throw the book across the room in a fit of outrage or fall under its spell and suddenly find it half-submerged in your bathwater. At times, you will even laugh aloud. Expeditions of a Chim�ra is dialogic. Four pairs of hands try their luck at a game of cards. Nearby, questions sit, waiting to be asked. These expeditions are not progressions but digressions; they are translational in their effort to pull the author, kicking and screaming, out of the hat of authorial impossibilities.
"Expeditions expedites you into a circus: there is disguise, an acrobatic puff of smoke, a clown's painted face, a human cannonball and, down below its tightrope, an arena full of pawprints, with no net to catch your fall." Otilia Acacia
