With Ladybird concludes the cycle of investigations Lew Griffin, sumptuous conclusion, blues and jazz, with a very dark series, melancholic, desperate, erudite (here, opening with nothing less quApollinaire, as saying the antithesis of the beaten track USA), humanist. This last component hovers far above the usual black series, much to the great literature.
The great, the great Sallis. Come on, a bumper? Chapter 9, page 70 (a tribute to the translators, who did a great job)
"Things are quiet reflection of the soul, said Walter de la Mare, lun of the countless forgotten authors. And Whitman, things, objects form a coherent world in itself, the "dumb and beautiful Ministers of reality. "
This is in any case when you become their drinking. You contemplate for hours the shadows of palm or banana trees nodding of the head, swaying their wings and sweep the wall beside your bed, with a creativity that you should be trying dexercer. Towels thrown on the floor near the bathtub seem suddenly conceal both great beauty and unsuspected jusqualors codes, knowledge just out of reach, the folds and convolutions towels reproducing those of your mind, like a disc Phonographic made the sound.
Drinking, this is also séchouer without food on the islet of me. Like most of its promises, the brotherhood oath of alcohol, which will destroy the gaps between your life and that of others and soften the way, proves false. New error: you are alone. The path remains treacherous - rocks in your path, to paraphrase Robert Johnson. And not only other footprints all over the island. "
Each book is like an island. From this, we didnt quickly made the rounds.
