“I considered it desirable that he should know nothing about me but it was even better if he knew several things which were quite wrong.”
— Flann O’Brien, “The Third Policeman”His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
— T. S. Eliot, “The Naming of Cats”
nova·nevédoma is a literary locus and samizdat press of experimental fictions, translations of Russian classics, and other complementary materials to existence.
Expect weird characters in whimsical situations, unhinged dialogue, absurd and dark humour, dreamlike sequences, helical narratives, hysterical surrealism, magical realism, sudden philosophical and psychological romps, and stylised prose often infused with poetry. You’ll find witty comedy, poignant twists, logic and lunacy, literary anarchy, magical degeneracy, and many other sublime matters.
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