Spring has sprung! At least in vases, because in the fruit bowl, we're still firmly in winter. I could buy hothouse strawberries but I'd rather wait for the local ones.
And I started Moss yesterday. I didn't do it on purpose, but this is my 5th book originally written in German since the start of the year - more than any other language bar French and English.
panThere's a point at which evocative surrealism eliminates sense-making and this is on the wrong side of that borderline. Also, gross and disturbing.
Would not advise eating while reading. 1/3
"He considered sending Abigail a picture in return but didn‘t have the energy to undo his pants."
"Just because someone sits down across from you and says ‘I‘m here to discuss our options in good faith‘ doesn‘t mean it‘s true. You know that, Sammy. You‘ve signed a contract, haven‘t you? Negotiating is really just about getting someone to consent to what you were gonna do anyway. It‘s someone with more power than you telling you there‘s a choice. A false binary. There are no ones for us, only zeroes."
"Whenever a Marigold building was torn down, all kinds of garbage came out of the walls, missives from the workers slipped beneath the surface. Stanley knew almost every tower in the city had water bottles full of piss clogging up the walls."
"The Eastbank place had a grand piano in it because it was built with one in it and they couldn‘t get it out after construction finished. He kept it like an awkward, ugly hostage."
"Soda considered the taser. The one time he used it the man had a heart attack and shit himself in the backseat. No charges were filed, but the cleaning bill was outrageous."
bailedNo rating as DNF'd at 20%.
The synopsis really appealed but there are way too many characters to concentrate on & it's very wordy. Some people will love it, but I'm afraid it's not for me.
