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... who knows what other travellers might not have set out with a wild surmise for these shores? Looking perhaps for Luca Antara; perhaps just for the day after tomorrow.
- Martin Edmond
- Schizoid Antipodean
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2 comments:
what a way to go - the sheer brilliance of ballard departing with an image of him murdering his wife by pushing over the leaning tower whilst she is up at the top and the added detail of her eyeballing him as she rides the thing all the way down - only a genius could deliver such a palpable hit in such a short space - its up there with "hills like white elephants" for sheer concision.
We are not worthy...
really enjoying the supply party - never mind the history (which is fascinating), just reading about you mooching around south australia is worth the price of admission
can I recommend peter ackroyd's new "translation" of the canterbury tales en route ? and the dylan album is very funny - why don't the critics get his sense of humour ?
Perhaps they're too busy looking for significance? my favourite line so far is " ... if indeed there ever was a door ... "
Have read an Ackroyd novel called The Clerkenwell Tales but you're talking perhaps about a different book?
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