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The short story "Guts"- the one readings of which have caused passings-out- is in today's Guardian Weekend magazine, for those of you in the UK who are interested. I read it this morning- it didn't make me pass out, but it IS deeply unpleasant. And brilliant. But DEEPLY, DEEPLY unpleasant. And kind of funny. (Don't- as I did- read it while taking a shit, either.) If I was the sort of person who passed out on hearing stories, it would have been the one. I swear.
I'm in the middle of "Fugitives and Refugees"- it's great. It's kind of half travel book (that half doesn't interest me too much because I'm never likely to go to Portland) and half anecdotes/routines (in the Burroughs sense) relating to the place. A little flimsy, maybe not seven quid's worth, but I'm enjoying it, and that's what I paid my money for. I imagine if I were ever commissioned to write a book about Yeovil (in Somerset, geography fans- and, incidentally, the whitest, most violent and racist town in England according to a recent R4 programme- which surprised me none... that's why I don't live there anymore) I'd aim for the same sort of thing. Palahniuk's a far better writer than me, though, so I doubt I'd manage it.
For me, the repeated phrases thing is part of what makes him great- it's like reading Jeff Noon's "Needle In The Groove"- it's like listening to music. It's the hook. Contextualised differently every time... it's like a less "boot to the face" version of what Stewart Home does. |
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