Have just finished 'Ludmila's broken English' by DBC Pierre.
So I do actually read - not just manage children and their
homework. Feel that literary types, apart from those that know
me better - are deserting this blog. Arggh have been labelled a
saddo that writes about kids as nothing else in life.
Anyway, right. I read this book right. (And it did take me weeks and
I did have to renew it 3 times. And once upon a time could
have finished it in a day....and been hunting round for something else.)
It was worth hanging on in there - because this is a novel you can
stand your spoon up in.
The story is a mere posturing, anorexic clothes horse, but it wears it's
prose like Kate Moss. Each page is packed with bizarre similes that seem
to have escaped the refining process and jump instantly from instinct to page.
Boy are they quick. Loads and loads of living description and conversations
that are still writhing on the paper as you attempt to pin them down.
After a while it is totally indigestible and you just have to stop to process everything.
Sort of the opposite to reading a children's story.
I think it has a happy ending.