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decemberthirty) wrote2005-03-11 03:30 pm
decemberthirty) wrote2005-03-11 03:30 pm
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From The Ground Beneath Her Feet:
Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one. But Aristaeus, who brought death, also brought life, a little like Lord Shiva back home. Not just a dancer, but Creator and Destroyer, both. Not only stung by bees but a bringer into being of bee stings. So, music, love and life-death: these three. As once we also were three. Ormus, Vina and I. We did not spare each other. In this telling, therefore, nothing will be spared. Vina, I must betray you, so that I can let you go.
Mmm, I love it. Love Rushdie's rhythms, love his linguistic play, love his sense of the fantastic, the larger than life. Moor's Last Sigh was such a disappointment to me because while the fantastic elements and the inimitable use of language were there, they felt empty--there wasn't anything that was genuine behind them, no real feeling, just a lot of fancy artifice. I'm not very far into The Ground Beneath Her Feet yet, but already it feels different to me. There's something I can grab onto here, and I really like it.
Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one. But Aristaeus, who brought death, also brought life, a little like Lord Shiva back home. Not just a dancer, but Creator and Destroyer, both. Not only stung by bees but a bringer into being of bee stings. So, music, love and life-death: these three. As once we also were three. Ormus, Vina and I. We did not spare each other. In this telling, therefore, nothing will be spared. Vina, I must betray you, so that I can let you go.
Mmm, I love it. Love Rushdie's rhythms, love his linguistic play, love his sense of the fantastic, the larger than life. Moor's Last Sigh was such a disappointment to me because while the fantastic elements and the inimitable use of language were there, they felt empty--there wasn't anything that was genuine behind them, no real feeling, just a lot of fancy artifice. I'm not very far into The Ground Beneath Her Feet yet, but already it feels different to me. There's something I can grab onto here, and I really like it.
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Keep me (us?) updated on how the book goes for you. I've been trying to force my boy into reading it, and failing miserably.