The Last Witchfinder
I've been reading The Last Witchfinder (James Morrow), a book authored and narrated by Isaac Newton's Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica.
Morrow and the Principia both have an excellent command of language, and Witchfinder's unusual provenance enriches the reading experience with the author/narrator's occasional interjections:
"So I'm not bitter anymore. Okay, sure, everybody has warm fuzzy feelings about Einstein, whereas my father is commonly perceived as a frigid fanatic in a silly wig. But one day the world will notice that while E = mc² ultimately gives you 177,000 dead Japanese civillians, F = ma lets you skate across a frozen lake on a winter's night, the wind caressing your face as you glide toward the hot-chocolate stand on the far shore."
Morrow and the Principia both have an excellent command of language, and Witchfinder's unusual provenance enriches the reading experience with the author/narrator's occasional interjections:
"So I'm not bitter anymore. Okay, sure, everybody has warm fuzzy feelings about Einstein, whereas my father is commonly perceived as a frigid fanatic in a silly wig. But one day the world will notice that while E = mc² ultimately gives you 177,000 dead Japanese civillians, F = ma lets you skate across a frozen lake on a winter's night, the wind caressing your face as you glide toward the hot-chocolate stand on the far shore."