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i put my name in this thingy that heyladyray did which tells you things you might be interested in and jonathan coe came up in mine (at least i think that was how he got into my head), so anyway when i was looking for something to read, an activity which i have been engaged in a scary amount of times recently (and has caused me to be engaged in an amount of scary tomes recently (that came from a typo believe it or not))...
uh where was i? well, i've obviously read 'what a carve up!' and 'the rotters' club' and they are both astonishingly good, particularly the former, so i had fairly high expectations for 'the house of sleep' which i found in my parents bookcase (along with 'foucault's pendulum' by umberto eco to which i was recently directed by the aforementioned heyladyray) and proceeded to read in one swift sitting. anyway, the thrust of this gushing entry (could i have chosen a dirtier sounding phrase? alternatives on a lewd seaside postcard please) is that the book was even more astonishing than coe's aforementioned and possibly more than temporarily positioned itself in the complicateder-than-quantum-fucking-mechanics smash hit parade of my favourite books.
sorry, sometimes i get excited about things.
oh and i almost forgot
LES SAVY FAV ARE PLAYING AT ATP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.atpfestival.com/
the line-up looks fucking unbequendable.
PS
The BBC Glastonbury coverage is atrocious, even with digital. if you dont like white shites or the shitters.. sorry that's terribly childish. basically they said they were gonna broadcast some roots manuva and i thought 'yay, at least there's ONE interesting thing' and then it just didnt happen. you'd have thought you could at least choose some sets to watch from earlier on in the day.
uh where was i? well, i've obviously read 'what a carve up!' and 'the rotters' club' and they are both astonishingly good, particularly the former, so i had fairly high expectations for 'the house of sleep' which i found in my parents bookcase (along with 'foucault's pendulum' by umberto eco to which i was recently directed by the aforementioned heyladyray) and proceeded to read in one swift sitting. anyway, the thrust of this gushing entry (could i have chosen a dirtier sounding phrase? alternatives on a lewd seaside postcard please) is that the book was even more astonishing than coe's aforementioned and possibly more than temporarily positioned itself in the complicateder-than-quantum-fucking-mechanics smash hit parade of my favourite books.
sorry, sometimes i get excited about things.
oh and i almost forgot
LES SAVY FAV ARE PLAYING AT ATP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.atpfestival.com/
the line-up looks fucking unbequendable.
PS
The BBC Glastonbury coverage is atrocious, even with digital. if you dont like white shites or the shitters.. sorry that's terribly childish. basically they said they were gonna broadcast some roots manuva and i thought 'yay, at least there's ONE interesting thing' and then it just didnt happen. you'd have thought you could at least choose some sets to watch from earlier on in the day.