Meeting with a reviewer for an extremely esteemed literary journal tomorrow because he is reviewing the new William Gibson novel and wants to pick my brains about the man's oeuvre. Blimey. I am going to have to spend the afternoon speed-reading the lot. Cue hot bath, a pile of paperbacks, and a large cup of Yorkshire Tea.
oooh a perfect day!!!!
ReplyDeletePretty much. I was delighted to find that his last one, the one I hadn't read, is really good. And Yorkshire Tea is always good. As is a hot bath.
ReplyDeleteSo that's the secret of book reviewing. And here for all these years (and all the reviews that I have written), I thought that the idea was to (a) read the book and (b) develop some sort of statement about it.
ReplyDeleteI have been neglecting (c), interview other people and let them do your thinking for you.
Hmmff!!
It was nice to see the reviewer & smoke cigarettes in the rain spray, and drink coffee, even if I was very little use re. Gibson. We did, however, agree that his literary style resembles that of an autistic Ian Fleming, which is a glorious phrase, though one resolutely unprintable.
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