pickReally enjoyed this... reminiscent of some of Zadie Smith‘s work to me.... I always enjoy a novel of loosely connected characters ambling through life!
Pic of sad pup stealing my reading spot... didn‘t have the heart to move him as he has kennel cough at the mo ❤️
Grant's take on now: terrorism, jingoism, racism, fear of the other. And then terrifyingly: where it might lead.
Dark trains in the night, rats on the tracks. Club nights in your living room, people picked up in the street for not having the right papers.
These people, he said to Elfriede, when Gaby had been put to bed that night, are rather like those little cartoon characters, aren‘t they? The minions. Depressed , restless and unmotivated without a master to serve. They have always existed and always will. Sometimes minions rise en masse and cause trouble under a malign influence then sink back down into a temporary decay. We need not worry about them just yet.
The thing about this unknown and possibly unloved woman was that it was wrong. She didn‘t look like she should be a police number. She looked like a bird you could fancy, or your wife‘s best mate. She seemed to him to be a person he could very easily know, yet nobody knew her and that was off somehow . It didn‘t add up.
Now reading...
First line
She was buried at 9.30 in the morning and as soon as the earth was filled in by the mechanical digger, fog obscured the spot.
A Stranger City | 
