It is a rare book that can be, at once, so seismically unsettling and yet so sumptuously composed. The world is breaking, broken. By deftly tracking among and between the cracks that are everywhere – in literature, philosophy, dance, architecture, the earth’s surface and substrata – Rick Dolphijn’s meditation should be profoundly melancholic (and often it is) but it arrives with the Spinozist grace of a benediction.