But what happened? I found myself asking, a couple of days ago, after I finished Stanislaw Lem's novel The Investigation. I think this is a natural if philistine question. The book presents itself as a detective novel, after all. The opening scene even takes place at Scotland Yard, in an office that seems like an archetype of the genre. Here's how the hero, a novice detective named Gregory, describes the room:
I am reading through your whole page, Caleb, with great delight. The care with which you elaborate your ideas, a care that inheres in the style of your prose, inspires me very much. This essay as much as the rest
I am reading through your whole page, Caleb, with great delight. The care with which you elaborate your ideas, a care that inheres in the style of your prose, inspires me very much. This essay as much as the rest