February 29, 2004

"The book was the noise."

"I picked up the notebook. I read through the last few entries, the scrawled lines, the mess of words that told my story. The walk on the beach, the strange machine, the random signs. The woman I followed. The darkness. And even as I read, the text melted away in my eyes. Whatever meaning I had seen before...

"What was the use of it? What was the use of writing? The book was the noise. I couldn't fight it any more. All that was done, fighting was done now, and I tore the page from the book. Then another, at random, another page, the next page, letting them fall."

- Jeff Noon, Falling Out of Cars [review @ bookslut] Posted by johndan at February 29, 2004 05:25 PM | TrackBack