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2002-03-27

I read Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Banks yesterday, rather good but probably one of the weaker sf-books he’s written. It was nowhere as good as his non-M works. This got me into the vicious circle of reading those books of his that I own but have left unread. (Currently: Complicity)

It also made me buy the Business today, a purchase which I’ve managed to push ahead of me until now. I mean, it had been standing there on the shelf for so long, alone and cold. I just had to do it.

How reading Banks is related to studying for the exam tomorrow? Easy. Point on, and this is almost such a small point that it is peripheral, he is actually mentioned in the last chapter of the Penguin-book. And second, Consider Phlebas is taken from a part of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. All these things matters in English Literature through the Ages, at least if you ask me.