The Enchantress of Florence
Lese gerade den neuen Rushdie - und bin fasziniert! Habe den schönsten Absatz der letzten Monate gelesen! Liest zufällig noch jemand diesen Roman? Ich erlaube mir, Euch Lust zu machen:
"Later, when his desires had been satisfied, he slept in an odorous whorehouse, snoring lustily next to an insomniac tart, and dreamed. He could dream in seven languages: Italian, Spanish, Arabic, Persian, Russian, English and Portuguese. He had picked up languages the way most sailors picked up diseases; languages were his gonorrhoea, his syphilis, his scurvy, his ague, his plague. As soon as he fell asleep half the world started babbling in his brain, telling wondrous traveller's tales. In this half discovered world every day brought news of fresh enchantments. The visionary, revalatory dream-poetry of the quotidian had not yet been crushed by blinkered, prosy fact. Himself a teller of tales, he had been driven out of his door by stories of wonder, and by one in particular, a story which could make his fortune or else cost him his life."
Also, wem's gefällt, schnell in die Buchhandlung...