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Counterweight to a Millstone
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"Beware of men in Uniform!" L is warning me, but she doesn't need to tell me, I know, I know.
Meanwhile I seem to have ended up in this small village hut, suspended from the ceiling with a seatbelt cinched tight round my arms and waist, I'm the counterweight to a millstone, across from me, arms length away (if I had use of my arms) the millstone sits lightly above the grinding stone, describing small circles...
The End of the World
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It would seem the whole world has been taken hostage, and I'm the one to fix things...
A sunny day, a girl, mute and submissive beneath her armed captor, I'm quick, tired of the bullshit, I pull out my 45 and pop him. She doesn't look at me, she's in a state of perpetual cowed-ness...
Past her, now an assembly of people, a few armed terrorists patrolling them, they sit with their eyes bowed towards the grass, I make short work of the terrorists, strangely the people don't seem thankful, the terrorist boss comes out, I cap him as well, quick, efficient, but strangely nobody seems grateful...
...The terrorists, it seems they've managed to hook up some sort of doomsday device, if their demands weren't met every nuclear weapon in the world would go off, nobody thought to tell me, anyways it's too late, what's done is done and it's every man for himself...
...of course there really isn't much chance of survival, none at all really, and now I'm with a faceless, unidentifiable significant other in the basement of an old (church, building?), we're below grade, sheltered from the nuclear explosions, outside, on the high seas, there are waves and the ocean's boiling, hundreds of nuclear submarines are surfacing like whales to shoot off their missiles, battleships emptying their doomsday arsenals, then turning over to die upon the ocean waves, ....
I've decided not to give up so easily. There's a flood coming, the icecaps are melting, and, sure, the radiation will kill us all, but it's instinct to try and survive. I smash out the basement windows to allow the water easy access, then begin lashing ropes to the ceiling of the basement, the floor of the church/house, when the flood comes and carries this away it will carry us with it, who knows where to?....
Water begins pouring through the windows and filling up the cellar, the house/church begins to rise in the waves and I pull her close to me, we've got the ropes and whatever flotsam we could scavenge from the basement, the future's grim but we're going to give it a try...
Louis De Bernieres - A Partisan's Daughter
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Now I saw this at a thrift-shop and as I like Louis De Bernieres and have been on a bit of a reading roll I picked it up.
It's good.
But, less on the review front I read it and begin to recognize myself - the plot - a middle aged man falls for a young Yugoslavian Girl (Serbian). That's plenty. No spoilers here. But there's the curious symmetries - heroin lives in Clapham - I lived in Clapham - Heroin is a Serbian Hostess in a Hostess Bar in Soho - oddly enough, my housemate was a Bosnian Hostess at a Hostess bar in Soho...and the stories, well, fictionalized for sure, but one recognizes enough places and parallels to ones own life to wonder...
A curious coincidence, timing, whatever, that took me back to the day...
David Thorne: I'll Go Home Then; It's warm and has chairs
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Funniest book I've read since...well, for a while. Collections of Mr. Thorne's emails with the unwitting, unwary and, for lack of appropriate un-word, stupid. With their replies. Loads of LULZ.
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