You see and hear it, too.
You just can’t call its name.
— Amiri Baraka’s “In Town”
The Unnamed resonates with me the way few books do. It describes something I’ve seen but can’t name. Joshua Ferris chooses not to name it, either, which makes it all the more potent.
I’ve shared the book with friends who may now question my taste in novels. I didn’t understand why then, but it was likely describing something they’d never seen.
But maybe you’ve seen it, too. I just can’t call its name.