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The way out of prisoncamp afterlife is to recount the story of your life...
Isn't that a bit Carlos Casteneda 101, though ? Having been through all of Pullman's sort of ok novels, I find it a bit hard to picture him as anything other than a burned-out old hippy/ex-academic, someone who might have made a great lawyer, or related, in the mid-to-late Seventies, if he hadn't taken quite so much acid.
I dare say it suits him to play the crusty old bugger these days, in the Evelyn Waugh style, but, let's face it, his opinions are at best a bit confused.
Not that I've got any problem with this or anything, I kind of applaud his efforts, and like to think of him counting the money in front of friends and relatives who've previously doubted him, but I'm really not sure if he ever expected his, er, dark materials to be taken all that seriously, TBH |
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