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Well this took me a week longer than anticipated but that is only cuz I was pretty fucking ill last week and the meds I was on knocked me the fuck out so I was in no fit state to do any reading.

I'm a bit conflicted by this book, some parts of it were extremely well done and pretty fucking clever, other parts (a large chunk at the end) was just outright plagiarism and that bothered me.

Its basically about a bloke who wakes up with no memory at all of who he was, he goes on a voyage of self discovery, falls in love, and has to do battle with a big fuck of conceptual shark that eats memories...yeah

There are some pretty cool sections with 'text imagery' including a few pages of a shark made up of nothing but text, it works pretty well, its like a watered down, easier to read version of Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves.

Once you get to the end you have to go over in your head the whole book that you have just read and try to figure out where it actually begins and if there is a cross over, I'm pretty sure I have got it figured out and after having a quick look online it looks like there is quite a few people that agree with me so I'm pretty satisfied with the conclusion.

I've also just hit my reading challenge for the year, 30 books I've read so far, everything else is just a bonus now.

I'm not overly sure what to delve into next, its out of


First published in serial form as Der Golem in the periodical Die weissen Blätter in 1913–14, The Golem is a haunting Gothic tale of stolen identity and persecution, set in a strange underworld peopled by fantastical characters. The red-headed prostitute Rosina; the junk-dealer Aaron Wassertrum; puppeteers; street musicians; and a deaf-mute silhouette artist.

Lurking in its inhabitants’ subconscious is the Golem, a creature of rabbinical myth. Supposedly a manifestation of all the suffering of the ghetto, it comes to life every 33 years in a room without a door. When the jeweller Athanasius Pernath, suffering from broken dreams and amnesia, sees the Golem, he realises to his terror that the ghostly man of clay shares his own face. . . .

The Golem, though rarely seen, is central to the novel as a representative of the ghetto's own spirit and consciousness, brought to life by the suffering and misery that its inhabitants have endured over the centuries. Perhaps the most memorable figure in the story is the city of Prague itself, recognisable through its landmarks such as the Street of the Alchemists and the Castle.

During the 1950s, Gold Medal Books introduced authors like Jim Thompson, Chester Himes, and David Goodis to a mass readership eager for stories of lowlife and sordid crime. Today many of these writers are admired members of the literary canon, but one of the finest of them of all, Elliott Chaze, remains unjustly obscure. Now, for the first time in half a century, Chaze’s story of doomed love on the run returns to print in a trade paperback edition.

When Tim Sunblade escapes from prison, his sole possession is an infallible plan for the ultimate heist. Trouble is it’s a two-person job. So when he meets Virginia, a curiously well-spoken “ten-dollar tramp,” and discovers that the only thing she cares for is “drifts of money, lumps of it,” he knows he’s met his partner. What he doesn’t suspect is that this lavender-eyed angel might just prove to be his match.

Black Wings Has My Angel careens through a landscape of desperate passion and wild reversals. It is a journey you will never forget.
I'm also tempted to re-read Dantes Divine Comedy (or maybe just Inferno) I'm not decided yet