SOUL MOUNTAIN

"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."

CS Lewis

I generally agree wholeheartedly with this statement by C. S. Lewis, but not on this occasion. Tea in Spain tastes like shit (even British tea), and this book I have just finished has been painful through and through. It broke every narrative rule, and not only that—it run me over like a great big lorry leaving only pain behind. I don't know what I just read. Like looking into the head of God and finding in it information about multiple Chinese people, all at once, all thrown at the reader without rhythm or rhyme. 

It was written by a Nobel Prize winner. This is a sin, I know, and it says a lot more about me than about its brilliant writer. But the 50s are the age of brutal honesty, with oneself and others.

My father wanted to push me towards another brilliant piece of literature, but I think I need, for now, something light… something very light. A shampoo label will do for now.

PS_ However, I did learn something important in the last page... my mother —as usual— was right, GOD IS A FROG.

PSS— how’s everyone doing? Any fabulous books?

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