The March Hare

'Midnight's Children', by Salman Rushdie. Salman Rushdie makes you start thinking like him. Before you know it, your internal narrative is full of 'yara's and compound words and mythical language and connections. His first chapters always scare me off, but God, once you get used to it, you can't stop. This story was wild and rambling and fairly insane but oh, so good all the way through.

'Love', by Angela Carter. This is my least favorite Carter novel thus far. Annabel refuses to accept the consensus reality, which is interesting, but she is so awful with it. She thinks that she controls reality, that all people are her characters that she can do with what she will. The two brothers, Lee and Buzz, are gutter-children trying vaguely to pull themselves up to bohemian status, and are hardly better than Annabel as far as reality goes. It's a tiny book that took me three days to read, I don't know why. In the end, Annabel kills herself.

'Kiss, Kiss', by Roald Dahl. Oh, the wicked little man. I'm not through with this one yet, but Dahl's adult fiction is so very adult that the first time I read one of his stories I was absolutely shocked. It was about wife-swapping! From the author of 'James and the Giant Peach'! You can always expect a nice kick in the head from Dahl, the stories are nice and breezy and full of venom and all in all a good, fun read. And his granddaughter Sophie is seriously hot.


Next stop: Non-stop Nabokov! Whose name I have only just learned to spell!