The Collector Collector by Tibor Fischer (221 pgs) 1997
A snappy novel from the most unique point of view- a vase. The narrator literally is a vase. Or rather a shapeshifting demi-god disguised as a vase.
Written in a quirky patter I’d coin sunny Noir or tongue-in-cheekiness, The Collector Collector is light-heartedly enjoyable. Phrases like “the light alit” and “Rosa de-beds and days herself” spatter every page.
We meet the vase when it comes to it’s current resting spot in art assessor Rosa’s home. There we get a “vase-eye” view of the goings-on of Rosa (who has trapped a romance columnist in a well) and the free-loading, couch-surfing Nikki (who keeps faking burgleries so she can sell Rosa’s belonging.) The book is a light-hearted romp, interspersed with vase-ic flashbacks throughout centuries and the vase’s matter-of-fact cataloging of human experience.