I think I picked up this book more or less at random, on a bookshelf in London on a winter day, while I was waiting for my best friend to come meet me in the coffeeshop. I suppose I must have put it aside, and it got lost in my piles and piles of books back home. Well, I finally picked it up the other day, and started reading. The beginning of the novel is intricate and very detailed; different actions by several people doing their thing on a morning like all the others; a couple waking up, kids going out on the street to play, a man washing his car. The narrative always switches back and forth between this descriptive street life and the story, told in the first person, of a girl who used to live on that street.
What I liked most about this was how amazing Jon Mcgregor makes the ordinary seem. Every little movement has beauty in it, every image he describes is poetry. One wants to rush to the end, know what is that event that should be the climax of the story and at the same time savour every word, every description.
This was truly beautiful. The kind of book I wish I had written…
My name has five letters in it, and comes up in some Bright Eyes songs. I am (apparently) an artist, with too much time on her hands. Well, enough to blog (almost) daily. I am 1/4 (the smallest one, actually) of Lazy Acre Records; I also write & photograph for a
localmagazine based in Englaaand and makeused to draw musically-inspired comics for a canadian mag (RIP Inscribed). As if that wasn't enough, I book bands for a local experimental music venue called Subterrarium: we rock pretty hard. Sometimes I can be quite cute. I used tostill have a crush on Marty McFly; I like baking, overusing semi-colons, the smell of the sea, and thunderstorms.
I tend to be quite the busy bee, but if you make VERY sexy music and want me to listen and enjoy and possibly even (!!) write about it, shoot me a mail, baby. music(at)alicetragedy(dot)org