I heard he sent a box of sex toys to Warwick's in advance.
|"Literature! Art! The future of the Anglo-American novel is at stake!"|
Me: The Sykes family in The Bone Clocks and Mr. Sykes in Cloud Atlas. Coincidence? Not a coincidence?David: Coincidence. Who’s Mr. Sykes? (audience laughter)SM: He’s on the Prophetess – he’s a... just maybe a deckhand (actually a very briefly mentioned shipbuilder from the Adam Ewing section who is performing repairs on the Prophetess while she’s in port in the Chatham islands)DM: I might nudge that into not a coincidence then. I mean, deckhand, Gravesend, east end of London, where Her Navy got Her sailors from, often press ganged... could be, could be.
|Exhibit A: Cloud Atlas, page 4|
SM: Veronica Costello from Cloud Atlas and Vincent Costello from The Bone ClocksDM: Not a coincidence. Aunt Veronica owns the house that the untrustworthy Vinnie is sort of minding.
SM: Marinus and Meronym (from Cloud Atlas)
DM: Meronym... is a member of a kind of tribe... who are the last technologically advanced outpost on earth – she calls her people the “prescients” – and the think tank that the surviving Horologists - whom you will meet in The Bone Clocks - form on Iceland, which will be kind of an environmental lifeboat when the rest of the world is gone to pot with climate change, the end of oil, and Ebola, scarily enough – the name of that think tank is "Prescience." Meronyn is a potential descendant of Marinus... except for... I made the point that the Horologists don’t have children, can't have children...
SM: Can't she be Marinus?DM: Um... he-e-e-e-ey... um... (audience laughter) The showrunner of Doctor Who – which is the 4th mention (of Doctor Who) this evening – a man named Steven Moffat, when he’s asked a nerd question - when he’s being asked to square a nerd circle – his grumpy answer is “I’ll sort that out in Christmas special.” Which is to say, I’ll sort this out in the Christmas special.
There's lots more, of course, so as soon as Team Catapult figures out what we have & how to share it, you will be the first to know.DM: That’s a delicious coincidence. That’s great! I’ll use that then. (audience laughter) It makes sense that they would’ve named the theater after the film that the owner of the movie theater loved. Right. That’s easy to sort out in the Christmas special.
|Get ready to touch that golden apple, friend.|
And:Babs Mintner - a girl with the body of an angel and the mind of a child. Her seduction at a drive-in theater is the funniest scene you'll ever read.
Just a few events in Flash and Filigree:So choice. Imagine! An alcoholic private eye! Craziness!! And hashish! Oh dear!
The famous television show, 'What's My Disease'; a hashish party; a head-on collision at 120 m.p.h.; an alcoholic private eye; a mad judge...
Her eyes shone clear and hateful.
"Go to hell."
"You first, Missy."
Harlan took aim and squeezed the trigger a smooth four times. The sacs of silicon that had created the sensual swell of her round breasts erupted an instant before her heart did the same, spraying blood and other fluids in all directions.
Joshua Ferris - To Rise Again at a Decent Hour (American)Now... ahem... we all know who I'm rooting for - and let's be honest, this really has got to be Mitchell's year. Which is what worries me. Five of his six books have now been nominated to the Booker longlist - and Number9Dream and Cloud Atlas made it to the shortlist. And, as you all know, The Bone Clocks truly is a masterpiece and should win easily. Easily! Looking at the rest of this list, none of the American authors feel like they'll make the cut to the short, so was the change really necessary? Joshua Ferris? Really? In all fairness, I haven't read this new book, but I did read Then We Came to the End (which was a sort-of funny, unusually narrated debut) and only half of The Unnamed, a story about a guy who literally can't stop walking that felt to be wandering completely aimlessly. (Neither of which I thought were worthy of award consideration, to be honest.) Karen Joy Fowler's book definitely sounds interesting, but c'mon, she also wrote The Jane Austen Book Club. Siri Hustvedt and Richard Powers seem like serious contenders, but I'm only basing that on assumptions. I've never read anything by Hustvedt, although I've often thought that a dinner party at her house with her husband, Paul Auster, would be the most terrifying, intimidating party possible. And I've been told to read Powers on many occasions (mainly by a friend who only reads novels with head injuries in them) but just haven't managed it. But actually the biggest news for this longlist is actually an omission - and I'm not talking about the lack of Canadians: American Donna Tartt's Pulitzer Prize-winning, Catapult Notable novel, The Goldfinch is nowhere to be seen. Say what you want about Tartt's work being less-than literary (see this Vanity Fair piece for a summary of the snooty bullshit) but all signs point to her inclusion on this first-ever "global" Booker Prize list. (Actually, if you are one of those obnoxious idiots claiming that Tartt is not literary, shut your stupid mouth - she should've been on this list.)
Richard Flanagan - The Narrow Road to the Deep North (Australian)
Karen Joy Fowler - We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves (American)
Siri Hustvedt - The Blazing World (American)
Howard Jacobson - J (British)
Paul Kingsnorth - The Wake (British)
David Mitchell - The Bone Clocks (British)
Neel Mukherjee - The Lives of Others (British)
David Nicholls - Us (British)
Joseph O'Neill - The Dog (Irish/American)
Richard Powers - Orfeo (American)
Ali Smith - How to be Both (British)
Niall Williams - History of the Rain (Irish)
|Don't blame the mailman|
|Meow. Stab, stab, stab.|
Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city.Oh shit.
No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ballgames played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities.What would life be like if it were all torn from our grasp in an instant? What if everyone you knew was gone in a month's time? Literally everyone. What would become important to you in light of that?