motherofearth
Bluelighter
After recently finishing Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick, and consequently receiving a right and proper skull fucking, I wanted to indulge some literary fluff. I'm starting to believe I made a mistake in my selection, however. When I read Girl with the Dragon Tattoo less than a year ago (for relief after completing Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner) I was vacillating between speedball binges and dope sickness. My theory is this somehow enabled me to overlook Stieg Larson's airheaded prose and redundant story telling. W/o gaining this perspective the first time, naturally I returned for more punishment and am now chewing on The Girl who Played with Fire. I'm going to need to find some better pop literature....