Was is half-poem, half-narrative, a nomadic history whose main character is the fleetingness of information itself. The novel s title figure, the word was, marks that instant of utterance outside the present; neither past nor future but rather the interstitial space of any telling. Like Ariel in flight, Was takes place before you can say come and go, '" slipping away before you can "breath twice and cry so, so."
The nomadic lovers here, as any lovers, attempt to linger in the afterglow of what was, but it slips away like mist....
A post-cyber Pilgrim s Progress.
Was is half-poem, half-narrative, a nomadic history whose main character is the fleetingness of...
