Fresh Air From The Age

“I see a harbor filled with masts and sails, wearied by the sea wind that wearies me.”

Archive for December, 2007

London Fields

By: Martin Amis. It’s amazing; I’ve never read anything like it. Such a breath of fresh air. Fresh Air? Very inventive, fantastic vocabulary, an explosively unpredictable plot line. Most interestingly, the author himself becomes part of the story. What?! A writer writing himself into his own book? Indirectly, sure. A crippling, time-sensitive disease along with realistic, money-driven aspirations and a past affair with his publisher keeps him interesting. His characters are one-of-a-kind but also fairly common. He completely dethrones modern language– not in a way an outcast or a rebel or a hermit would, but in a way that transforms our everyday sayings and readings– and what comes from that is a very unique story told in an excellent way. But who am I to know excellence? I just think it’s excellent–ask any scholar, any Nobel recipient– so fuck it. I love it, either way.