Now reading Big Sleep... the homophobia is quite unpleasant to be honest.
Charlie was a bust. But Charlie started it all. Charlie planted the seed. Charlie was the farmer. The Zodiac is the crop.
Hmm, harsh system in which anyone who is not high enough to give themselves permanent brain damage deserves to die.the title is derived from one of the observers of the death of a "misfit" at the hands of a bunch of speed freaks in a 60s Haight Ashbury crash pad, who commented that the victim deserved to die because she did not possess "motor spirit", or as the author puts it, she wasn't suffering from amphetamine psychosis
i'm just finished Journey to the End of Night last night, which I should have read years ago but only just got round to at long last what a slog
i did like it at first - alot of pessimistic books go out of their way to rub you're face in how awful life is, whereas céline's narrator is more or less just reporting what he sees - but 500 pages was too much. 300 would have done the trick. obviously times and attention spans have changed, but yh
Yes but even reading that paragraph you can see how easily there could be too much of it. Anyway Death on the Instalment Plan is apparently the one lolYeah, it really starts to drag toward the end, but there are some good bits - love this from the Africa section,
"Men, days, things — they passed before you knew it in this hotbed of vegetation, heat, humidity, and mosquitoes. Everything passed, disgustingly, in little pieces, in phrases, particles of flesh and bone, in regrets and corpuscles; demolished by the sun, they melted away in a torrent of light and colors, and taste and time went with them, everything went. Nothing remained but shimmering dread."
Hes a good writer, I think I've read everything by him now, apart from this one called "if you won't read then why should I write", which I'm gonna order soon.I was intrigued enough by @catalog's mentions of the Jarett Kobek Zodiac kiler books that I ordered them on Friday, they arrived yesterday, and this morning I just finished the first one, Motor Spirit
the title is derived from one of the observers of the death of a "misfit" at the hands of a bunch of speed freaks in a 60s Haight Ashbury crash pad, who commented that the victim deserved to die because she did not possess "motor spirit", or as the author puts it, she wasn't suffering from amphetamine psychosis
the book channels that energy, reading like a wired Ellroy without the nasty prejudices - lots of short sentences:
Kobek ignores the mess created by years of Zodiac "researchers" and returns to primary sources, making distinctions between Zodiac the killer and Zodiac the media creation
I thoroughly enjoyed it, going to start the sequel, How to Find Zodiac, now
Be interested to know what you make of the second one William Kent, its an insane amount of research into one guy, who he says he cannot ever discount from being zodiac. Just incredible obsessive detail. And it's this sort of sideways look at that time in West coast America, people looking in on the counterculture, but never quite part of it.
I have heard that it was the after the first book that he really took the plunge and dived into the badness, but I am sure I will never be able to confirm or deny that.