Review by Will Heyward

Gerald Murnane's A Million Windows is organized into a series of fragments, many of which describe an image or a succession of connected images. Interspersed with these images are discussions of different aspects of the craft of writing fiction, with the narrator complaining about how a particular book that he once admired has come to disappoint him. These images, memories, and discussions never progress, at least not in the way a story does; instead they intersect obliquely, carrying traces and hints of desire, longing, regret, apprehension, and misunderstanding whose painfulness or meaning is not always immediately clear . . .

Review by Will Heyward

Join in, be proud, cultivate yourself, and, above all, grow up: all these dreary dictates are simply confusing chores to Robert Walser. His stories in A Schoolboy's Diary never seem invented, but nor could they be real. His writing is the electricity in-between; the deflating confusion of falsely recognizing a friend in a crowd . . .