Ghostwritten

If you like:

 

 

Personification
The minutes are hauling themselves by like a shot Hollywood gangster crawling down a corridor.

 

 

Alliteration
Many minds redirect memories along revised maps.

 

 

Ghostwritten

 

 

Wistfulness
I wish I could go into their room and sit down with them. I’d give them my Rolex for that. I wish they would smile, and pour me a cup of jasmine tea. I wish the world was like that.

 

 

Politics
The communists had organized all the farms in the Valley into communes. … Nobody owned the land, so nobody made sure it was respected.

 

 

Metaphor
Grudges are demons that gnaw away your bone marrow. Time was already doing a good enough job of that.

 

 

Philosophy
Lord Buddha has often told me that forgiveness is vital to life. I agree. Not for the well-being of the forgiven, though, but for the well-being of the forgiver.

 

 

Grodiness
Frothing tapeworms of blood were wriggling free from my lover’s eyes and nostrils.

 

 

Slander
The English are a devious race. A nation of homosexuals, vegetarians, and third-rate spies.

 

 

Irony
I’ve never saved anyone’s life before. It felt as ordinary as collecting photographs from Boots the Chemist. Slightly exciting beforehand, but basically a let-down.

 

 

Axioms
Nothing often poses in men as wisdom.
Once a shit shoveler, always a shit shoveler.

 

 

…you might like Ghostwritten by David Mitchell.

 

 

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