This process is spiritual, yes, but also geologic. Centuries of history and incident have collected haphazardly atop our narrator’s frozen psyche, a process that allows ‘the sediments of memory to seep down to earlier times, mixing together the old with the new,’ and leads to a novel liberated from the negligible concerns of plotting, character and temporal linearity. Rather than the rational chronicle of a scientific explorer, Niedekker presents us with a mosaic, a series of jumbled-up anecdotes, reflections, jokes and visions that begin with the Age of Discovery and end deep in the Anthropocene, when the permafrost is thawing and ‘forever is not forever anymore.’
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“Rather than the isolated individual of the modern novel, Niedekker is searching for a non-dualist perspective in which there is no real separation between the ‘one’ of the narrator and the ‘all’ of the world. His poet is both a long-dead Dutchman and a conduit for an array of individual and collective experiences, a fluid perspective that ranges widely without ever losing the chatty, chummy touch of its central voice.”
–Robert Rubsam on Donald Niedekker’s Strange and Perfect Account From the Permafrost (The Washington Post)