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I believe it is doing as much injustice to put a novel into categories we so like to label and start discussing them in wake of the so called stalwarts of so and so masters of those genres, as it is to express concerns like one's inability to keep up with an author's tiring style of writing , his oblitreration of punctuation in writing.
Sometimes, it is far more important to persevere with the tale and especially when itis a result of pure and honest imagination.
Here is a novel wherein, once again, the novelist so aptly questions our notions of dreams and realities. Once again, Saramago addresses the lone human heart and its ramblings that , I am convinced the author believed, are the true sustenance of human beings.