Just ploughed through an online copy of Neverwhere during the last two days at work. It's been slow lately, slow enough to read a novel, but not slow enough that I feel I have the time to read a novel leisurely...
Mind you, that's no excuse for having also ploughed through a copy of Robertson Davies' What's Bred In The Bone* last weekend. In my defense, I must say that lately I've ingested nothing but TV, movies, radio, and internet news; and I hadn't realised how famished I was for books; and that's why I've gulped them down without chewing.
Fortunately, both Gaiman & Davies {& while we're at it, add Pratchett} lend themselves very well to being ruminated* over; they all make a point of drawing from a variety of other sources, and it's enjoyable to search out & read the references & then go back to re~read the books themselves.
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* While looking for a link for Bred/Bone, I found this... wonder if Davies read it?
** ... as if my brain has three or four stomachs...
Posted by edgar at September 10, 2003 11:30 AM