One of the functions of all my novels is to prove that the novel in general does not exist. The book I make is a subjective and specific affair. I have no purpose at all when composing my stuff except to compose it. I work hard, I work long, on a body of words until it grants me complete possession and pleasure. If the reader has to work in his turn – so much the better. Art is difficult. (Vladimir Nabokov, Strong Opinions)
See The Clock by Christian Marclay. It is playing in Toronto at the Power Plant September through November 2012.
It is a 24-hour film that runs real time using clips from thousands of films (and some TV). As many have said, it is a hypnotic experience. See it for as long as possible. I planned to attend for a 2-3 hours and stayed for over 14 and really wanted to stay longer…but they closed it at 10pm that night.
More on the film can be seen here.