I can see the flaws in this book – now that they’ve been pointed out to me. And I thoroughly relished it anyway. It’s a fun romp, packed with malice, fury and toney designer brand names, and easily tons superior to the sickly sentimentality and cop-out of the film.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Almost the greatest thing ever written. If you think that’s hyperbole then you haven’t read it yet. Three things in it to watch out for: i) the flawed and bittersweet love, ii) the completely justified paranoia and iii) the microwave. Jeepers.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Sly, subtle portrayal of the implementation of cult structures and procedures in a social grouping. Complete with an abusive, narcissistic bully posing as caring commune leader, and submissive devotees serving dual function as enforcers – and all without ever being so crude as to explicitly state the purpose of the narrative. Compliance is rewarded, and consent vigorously manufactured to Newspeak assertions that up is down and the earth is – metaphorically – flat. Resistance and dissent are vehemently discouraged. But will one prospective mug/mark manage to evade the net?
Clever. And unsettling. Not a jolly read, but a memorable one.
I have neither excuse nor reason for this post. Except that this image by Ronald Searle, public domain via Wikimedia Commons, was so adorable I just wanted to share it with other pussy lovers. It made me think of ‘I Am A Cat’, by Natsume Sōseki. Which I must get back to reading. It’s not gonna finish itself.
“He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild