Slow maniaNazareth Hassan 'This amazing book reads like a synesthetic performance, the only thing missing is the smell of sweat, of streets, of loss. A book of choreographed pages, scores, movements, image blur, hand scribbles. The bleak, unsparing texts hidden among the materials turn out to be the record of sudden eruptions, violent street scenes, pick up scenes, unclear dialogues, insults, self debasing verbal injuries on repeat. The performers are