Knowledge creation Book

Besides the bear sex - notably less powerful than the ursinine lovemaking in Stanley Elkin's classic The Making of Ashenden (which stands beside/behind this book the way Kafka's Metamorphosis stands with the stories of Bruno Schulz) - what makes this novel revolutionary for me is its immense capacity for paraphrase. Meaning: jazz. I do not totally get it. But the descriptions of playing/practicing/listening in TBCH make my ignorance of the turtlenecked art unimportant, since they explain what's happening in a way that is feels both precise and totally analogous. It's like I'm blind, and someone's describing to me, not just what a painting looks like, but what it feels like - or rather, what it feels like to paint. Which is sort of the point of prose, right, which like the Rennaisance explorers it came of age with has always had as one of its basic goals the translation of wilderness experience into arable, bearable (sorry) words...?