Friday, February 01, 2013
I realised that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas.
I'm not certain that it's still on the market. Macquarie Street, South Hobart. January 2013.
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson: Madness! A nice exploration of Victorian social hypocrisy with the dichotomy of outward respectability and inward lust. I also enjoy the fact that I am reading a book by the same author as Henry. B.
The Glass Key, Dashiell Hammett: An enjoyable romp with convoluted set up and a sufficiently colourful cast of rapscallions, brigands and ne'er-do-wells. Not Hammett's finest writing though. Really, any time a character says something "carelessly" "cautiously" or "callously" nine times on a page, time to get a new editor! B.