(Returns from Thinks)
Did I mention the brain-buggeringly awful
London Fields by Martin Amis?
(Checks)
No, I didn't. Well, I am now. IIRC I'd just finished it when Tibor Fischer gave
Yellow Dog one of the most serious pastings in the history of all things
evvah and serve him right no fate is too bad. If
Yellow Dog was even a quarter as dreadful as
London Fields then this:
Yellow Dog isn't bad as in not very good or slightly disappointing. It's not-knowing-where-to-look bad. I was reading my copy on the Tube and I was terrified someone would look over my shoulder… It's like your favourite uncle being caught in a school playground, masturbating.
is thoroughly deserved.
My Idea Of Fun ~ Will Self. Not
my idea of fun. I bought it in San Francisco airport coz I wanted something to read on the flight home, but it took me about a year to finish.
Parfum ~ Patrick Süskind. TWFKAML thinks this is so good that she's given it to me for my birthday. Twice. I have no idea why. It's tosh.
Brock Yates' biography of Enzo Ferrari.
Bill Hicks: Agent Of Evolution. There may be a good biography of Bill Hicks out there, but this isn't it.
Spycatcher ~ Peter Wright. I went to a lot of time and trouble to get a mate to smuggle this into the country after a trip to New York, and then wished I hadn't bothered.