Walking along the East Coast of England, W.G Sebald entwines the past and present in his novel The Rings of Saturn. A sense of melancholy haunts the pages as he visits decaying seaside resorts, noses at the homes of dead writers and allows his memories to keep him company as he walks alone. There's not fault in how well this novel is written and the structure itself appears to mirror that of a walk. Sebald perfectly portrays one persons exploration of towns and memories and brings to light his stream of conciousness that is provoked throughout his wanderings.
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