russell bittner echoes nabakov and robbe-grillet, which in itself is odd; like a mathematician discussing pornography or a soul in search of the sensual using a calculator.  the mystery of the girl from baku unfolds in snips of pungent memory, the turmoil of a brooklyn laundromat, a walk in the park of dead desire. is what unfolds the yearning for an erotic ideal or is she truly human?  see biography...