Canox wrote: Started Paul Auster's "INvisible" today and it's awful. 50 pages in and I got the dry heaves again.
i think you're tougher on Auster than even i am, sweets. But i can't fathom his apparent appeal either, and the Beckett association, come on. He is better when writingaboutthings closest to his heart, so to the silent cinema book, and most notably "in the country of last things" which i should reread to see what i make of it now, because it's the only one of his books to make any kind of impression on me
I'm still reading MacCulloch and Powys
I only think, if that is the name for this vertiginous panic as of hornets smoked out of their nests, once a certain degree of terror has been exceeded