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- I have finished The End of Mr. Y and my mind is effectively blown. Blown. I don't really know how to move about the world in the same way I did before. I find I am standing next to people in line, attempting to jump into their brains to get back to my childhood. Really. That blown. I have so much to say about this book and Scarlett Thomas and all the brilliance that comes out of her. I'm walking around in a daze. How does one write such a book? I can't fathom. I can clearly see a pre-Y me and a post-Y me. I am not the same.
- I have finished Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name. Mind blown for an entirely different reason -- in a way that is almost the opposite of Mr. Y. Instead of the crazy pace and weaving together of quantum physics and time travel and religion, Vida has created a taut, quiet, beautiful gem. Truly. I shiver thinking about her sentences. And how nice she was at her reading. A real person and all of that.
- More on both of these later this week -- as I can clearly think of nothing else what with my mind being double-blown and all that. I'm in a fragile state.
- Clearly not that fragile though, as I began Eat the Document last night and I can see that I should brace myself for more mind-blowing ahead. Her sentences are so brisk, so forceful. I want to consume them before my run to give me extra strength. Wow.
- As I sit her bathed in all this outstanding writing, I'm feebly attempting to deliver my first chapter of a new book. Ugh. The bar has been set sooooooo high. (But that's good, right?)