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Nearly all the photographs are either melancholy or sinister or both, even when they are architectural—which in the case of Austerlitz most of them are. Interiors of railway stations, fortresses, hotels, municipal buildings, libraries, conservatories draw one into eerie spaces somewhere between Escher's surreal flights of stairs and Piranesi's imaginary prisons. The prose corroborates the impression: in the disused ladies' waiting room at London's Liverpool Street Station, for instance,
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