You can't see the spine of 2666 here, but you can't possibly miss the book on a bookshelf. It's the same pink (I know there is a word for this particular shade but I can't think of it right now) as the title. And it is thick (think Joyce's Ulysses). When you open the cover, the eye belongs to a skeletal face that might be screaming or laughing. It's horrific. Which makes it strangely compelling. One review says that the novel contains the entirety of human experience between its pages. Which is even more horrific.
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Cerise! That's the colour.
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