Thursday, December 31, 2009

As you do

Behold, the weirdest thing I've read all day: "Carey tells of [William Golding's] drunken assault on a Bob Dylan puppet belonging to the writer Andrew Sinclair and kept in his house, in a bedroom used by the Goldings. Waking in the night, Golding mistook the puppet for Satan, attacked it and buried it in the garden."-- from "Theopany", Frank Kermode's review of William Golding: The Man Who Wrote Lord of the Flies