Henning Lundkvist

“It is true that I had accumulated a lot of cultural capital, but like so many others I had never found a way to convert it into cash.” With this first sentence of Planned Obsolescence—A Retrospective, the anonymous narrator—suspiciously similar to the book’s author—begins a rhythmical rant, a 100-plus-page long exercise in repetition, variation, and a severe lack of punctuation.