We are used to decoupling “romance” and “rehearsal” and calling it a novel Blindness essay introduces a dissonance that generates perplexity. In the present case, being the author of the said novel José Saramago, the perplexity does not even settle: before the eventual reader comes across, in some bookstore, the unusual title has already been bombarded with all kinds of information about the book and he has almost the impression that he has read it, being able, if he wishes, to dispense with reading it without incurring the risk of having to refrain from guessing about its eventual value.
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