Just read Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency & The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by DNA. Yes, I ordered them off Sify. No I’m not gonna blog about each and every book purchase. Just saying that I got most of what I was planning to, that’s all. Most, not all. Seems simpler to write about books after I’ve read them, instead of before.
Dirk Gently is a holistic detective, and believes in “the fundamental interconnectedness of all things”. Only DNA could come up with him, and no one can write it better.
The first book deals with the fate of mankind, with time travel, with the start of time itself, and with Samuel Taylor Coleridge (poet). Note: need to read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubala Khan later.
The next book deals with an Act of God. More specifically, an Act by a specific God. Yes, the Gods do walk amongst us. It takes us to Valhalla and back. And so on.
Can’t find a fault actually with the books, so have been obsessing about what to write. Somehow need to read them again, just to clear my head and form a coherent opinion. But haven’t got the time, there’s so much to read. Will probably start re-reading some of the stuff I’ve speed-read when college starts again.
Will just quote stuff for now, maybe I’ll re-do the post later on.
From Dirk Gently:
“The Electric Monk was a labour saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.”
“Even the sceptical mind must be prepared to accept the unacceptable when there is no alternative. If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands.”
And from The Long Dark…:
“It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the phrase, ‘as pretty as an airport.’ Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be the result of a special effort.”
“The reason why so many sects hang around airports looking for converts: they know that people there are at their most vulnerable and perplexed, and ready to accept any kind of guidance.”
“It was his subconscious which told him this—that infuriating part of a person’s brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.”
Ciao, I’m off reading Shōgun.