Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and find myself staring at the ceiling. Down from its stippled surface a certain question falls: why has no one ever compiled an Index of Indexes in Modern European Fiction? The question vexes me deeply. It seems like such an obvious thing to have done.
Useful, too. Only this morning I was thinking of writing a post following up on my review of Jaymer Veers’ latest novel Poppies: The Index. My readers would benefit, I thought, from an exploration of other ways in which indexes have been used in modern european fiction. Who wouldn’t? And yet, when I pondered it awhile, I simply couldn’t think of enough examples. The ground is always full of worms – but who has time to dig them up? On this particular occasion, not me.
Forgive me if this post, therefore, has an air of defeat about it. The truth is: I’m stumped. Other than Georges Perec (in his excellect Life: A User’s Manual) and J-P Sertin (in his less excellent but not half bad p.52) I can’t seem to think of any good examples of indexes in modern european fiction. There must be more of them out here, but they simply do not sping to mind at this moment in time.
Still, one man can’t have all of the answers all of the time, can he?