A couple moves from the big city to the countryside and starts a small farm...wait, you've heard this premise before? What? Trite? Hackneyed? But, I have goats. Really cute pictures of tiny baby goats. And cheesemaking recipes. We slaughter our own pigs and cure our own bacon! Well, that's in the master plan, anyway. Just read it, you'll see.
It got me too. Iris Murdoch's "The Sacred and Profane Love Machine." Did it.
Nothing ever made me so sick as Peter Carey's "Oscar and Lucinda". That book spent eighteen months behind the sofa. After I finished it, I literally wandered shocked and dazed around my apartment for two hours, ill, angry, disgusted and amazed.
It is emotional pronography. And I mean that as the highest compliment.
That was the first book that made me physically ill. I still remember how I cried when they killed Simon.
ReplyDeleteIt got me too. Iris Murdoch's "The Sacred and Profane Love Machine." Did it.
ReplyDeleteNothing ever made me so sick as Peter Carey's "Oscar and Lucinda". That book spent eighteen months behind the sofa. After I finished it, I literally wandered shocked and dazed around my apartment for two hours, ill, angry, disgusted and amazed.
It is emotional pronography. And I mean that as the highest compliment.