I'm only about 70 pages in. He's just chucked a stone at one of Drenka's other lovers after watching him have a wank on her grave.
This is a bit like recording music consisting of rhyming poetry being recited over a looped drum break and claiming you've never heard of hip-hop, though, isn't it.according to his bio on the book "Stapledon had never heard of science fiction and was surprised to find himself so popular with sf writers.
After reading two books on Drop City I was at a momentary loss as to what to read and so I picked up the Le Carre that I mentioned before and listlessly read a few pages at a rate that reflected my enjoyment of about one line every twenty minutes. To my relief I spotted lying on a table in my bedroom The House by the Churchyard by Sheridan Le Fanu - I thought to myself that I was quite in the mood for taking a break from Le Carre with a few spooky ghost stories... on reading the foreword I discovered that it's actually a novel - and it's not a ghost story either, oh well it's got to be better than The Little Drummer Girl you'd think...
I think I mentioned I persevered with the Le Carre, but it took weeks, now that's what I call hard work! It's not what you want from him, where were the seedy old men ruminating on the bad things they did for what they thought were the right reasons? And at what cost to the soul, etc.?
edit: the best bit in Little Drummer Girl is when the Mossad crew meet up with UK Military "Intelligence" and the British ranking officer, who helped the Palestinians in the 40s, can barely disguise his contempt for the Israelis... at that moment Le Carre displays his comic genius, but only for a few a paragraphs... I'm surprised I limped to the finish line with this novel but I was determined not to give up, but it wasn't really worth the effort
I actually may be going to a conference in Porto mid-March - any tips?Well tonight we are dj-ing in Porto, we have a three hour bus journey and my phone has broken (again) so I'm sticking Little Drummer Girl and The House by the Churchyard (Le Carre and Le Fanu) in the bag for the journey so maybe I will read some more of it this weekend out of sheer necessity - if that doesn't work then I'll just burn it and dispose of it safely so that no-one else has to suffer through it. But yeah, you've nailed it there, a distinct lack of washed out old men dressed in brown walking around in a cloud of failure, but who manage to win cos everyone else fails even more.
I actually may be going to a conference in Porto mid-March - any tips?
Assuming "side-chunk" sounds more appetizing in Portuguese.in mid-march you should get some migratory birds on their way to africa, those green and red parrots that are in all the Don't Miss sections of the guidebooks. be careful on the eastern side of town though
get portuguese tacos at tacos obligados, and eat some side-chuck at a stall
see the famous steam being released into the sea, but that's probably on your list already
this book about Nico by James Young is amazing, best thing i've read in ages.