And the Ass Saw the Angel by Nick Cave is the most astonishing novel I’ve read for as long as I can remember. I’ve had to read every paragraph again immediately after I’ve finished reading it the first time the language and imagery is so rich. Imagine a mixture of a Nick Cave song a Dylan Thomas poem and a Steinbeck novel. It’s incredible, inspirational, intoxicating.
Archive for November, 2007
Radiohead’s track Nude would make the perfect soundtrack to this story…
Last night I finished the short story I’ve been working on for the BSFA’s forthcoming 50th anniversary collection, now titled Deciduous Trees.
I knew that if I did it right it’d make my wife cry when she read it. I gave her the story when she went to bed last night, along with a tissue. “Oh. Is it sad?” she said. “Sort of.”
I gave her half an hour then went up to see how she’d found it; one tissue wasn’t enough and I had to fetch a bog roll. RESULT!
She says it’s by far the best thing I’ve ever written, and used words such as “poetry” and “overwhelming”. This is partly because it’s very a personal story which I’ve put a lot of emotion into – y’know, like a proper writer – but whatever anyone else things of it, that she likes it is good enough for me…