"Great minds are highly fuckable.", “Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books - the thoughts - the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg - or- considering that books aren't cybernetic - perhaps a bibliorg.”, We are vast starry beings of Light Who are no longer limited and bound by the illusions of time - space and matter
(As with most of the finest tomes, try not to read anything in advance on this novel, above and beyond that which you are about to do.)
Number Five– The End of Mr Y by Scarlett Thomas.
A stunning, cleverly wrought tale, and one that I first came across knowing naught about, and bought purely because the cover drew me in. It looked interesting, (there have been many different covers since, but the original, – see below – remains my favourite), and I am more than a little pleased to say my instincts were correct that day.
It is quite chewy in parts, for the story has much in the way of philosophy, quantum physics, Derrida, Husserl, Phenomenology, and the interrelation of science, faith, and language within. I know people who read the book and ‘just missed those bits out’, and yet enjoyed it immensely. This slightly baffles me, but chewy writing, one that gets the cogs whirring, the tick tocking and involves some concentration is something I enjoy when it is married with a fascinating plot and good prose, and I rather like the fact that she’s managed to make the story work whether you explore all the ins and out or not.
It also has swearing, sex and mice in it ( not all combined – steady). What more could you ask for in a tome?
I have read this book three times and have taken from it more and more on each occasion.