I'm reading Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess. He is an astonishing writer. Sometimes so erudite that I lose the meaning of what I'm reading. I cannot yet work out if this is because I'm a bit thick or he's being too clever clogs. I'm suspecting the former....
In any case it's a joy to read in fairly short bursts and it's making me feel like I'm doing some exercise in my brain
Centre of the book is a bitter old queen recounting his life in Europe during pretty much all of the 20th century. Everyone is a bit of a shit and lots of real life characters turn up doing silly things - like Ernest Hemingway shadow boxing round the edge of a dance floor while people are dancing and Ford Maddox Ford overcoming people with his gas rotted lungs from a stint in the trenches. There is plenty of joyous buggery, Roman Catholic guilt and smoking. Rampant sailors are currently featuring heavily and even though I'm making it sound like a Benny Hill sketch the grumpy old turd at the centre of it keeps it grounded. It's very funny even if it does make me feel very stupid indeed