So, the title of this blog came to me because ever since I was a kid, I would get very excited when neared the end of a novel. I was thrilled that I was about to be able to pick the next novel. I would even steal glances at the bookshelf (yes, steal – I live with a weird set of personal rules and routines) to see what was there that held my interest, even though I already knew in most cases. Sometimes nothing there would hold my interest and then I’d have to go to the library or the bookstore. Which never sucked.
I also always try to find the connection between the books I read. Like what does this next book have in common with the previous one. It’s a fun little game. Sometimes it’s easy – they’re both science fiction or they’re both about or contain sailboats. Sometimes it’s like that. And sometimes it’s more elusive, elusive but always there. Like they both contain a character that has a food allergy. They can be pretty specious like that, but I always find one. And the finding of them is fun, to me.
I have no idea what’s going to connect “Remainder” to the next book I’ve got, but I look forward to trying. I’ve never read a novel by this man, but I read a short story by him (very good) and saw a movie he directed and produced (very poor). This book caught my attention by it’s first sentence and the sort of illicit nature of particulaly me reading it. It also has a particular kind of paper that makes it look aged (like when we were kids and we had a project for school, we’d stain paper with hot tea and burn the edges to make it look ancient, but somehow the evenly spaced horizontal blue lines of notebook paper never allowed the illusion to be complete). This is a gimmick. But I liked it. It worked for me (well, enough to let me check it out of the library instead of buying it).
The first sentence is: “Burn this book.”
And with that, I’m off to dive into Clive Barker’s “Mister B. Gone.”