The book I've just finished reading (over there, on the left and down a bit, under the clock) is written in four parts, each told by a different narrator, about the interraction between several lives. And, spookily enough, given this week's news from the U.S., starting with a school massacre and how the impact spreads out for decades.
Not a novel (sic) technique, but it was skilfully done. And enough tomake me want to read other works by the author.
One narrator, Heather, finally finds her soulmate, only for him to disappear without trace.
In her despair and desolation, she declaims: "I'm alive, but who cares?"
What a terrible thought?
And with the impending Bank Holiday, when you'd like to be outside in daylight, it looks like indoor d.i.y (again) - hence Costello's somewhat gloomy lyric, today.
I need cheering up.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:48 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
