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slight pulls him up, and Busner squats to ogle the raffia cylinder: it’s full to overflowing with twisted brown-paper bags, some of which are red-blotchy. Some slight irregularity in a sound that would anyway be. Then he wraps the blade up carefully before, without looking, dropping it into the waste-paper basket underneath the sink. he thinks, as he bends to fiddle a bit of toilet paper from the wonky roller. the exact wording returns to him and he sighs, satisfied, as he separates the two halves of the razor’s head and eases out the old blade. - You’re more likely to cut yourself doing this. a fish-hook salient of Cambodia some twenty miles long and ten miles deep. and yet, he muses, can it really be that they call it a fish-hook? Yes!. His capacity for recall, Busner believes, has greatly improved since he stopped taking notes during analytic sessions, allowing them instead to develop as they will, freeform, without the imposition of those prejudicial categories implicit in the Logos. heavy bombers, massive artillery, a superb logistics system, nearly a thousand helicopters and about ten thousand men. flatibuts but recently trawled from it, pinch the dimpled handle of the safety razor and twist. a tramp steamer turned inside out - his wrinkled fingertips. He looks to the claw-footed bathtub, the chipped enamel sides and sea-weedy stains trailing below the taps suggesting to him. The lucky beast, Busner thinks, must’ve managed to doze through it. Busner cocks an ear for a while longer - expecting to hear the pet sounds of Oscar, the House dog, who often responds to guitar feedback with his own - but there’s nothing. twiddle the knurled knob of the little Marshall amplifier so the static genie flees. Mercifully, Lesley’s roll-up-stained fingers. being laid down on the bare boards of the downstairs back room the Kid and Lesley share. This too Busner suffers, as he also endures the cracklefizzz-tap! - tap! - whine of the flat body. one of which throttles the guitar’s neck, twisting its steely cords so that they yow-ow-owl. Marcel DuchampĬandle to light you to - Kerr-wangg! Here comes a chopper-Kerrwangggungggunggg! Lesley, Busner thinks, bloody Lesley playing the Kid’s guitar, ’though there ought to be another expression, playing being what Gould does with a Steinway or du Pré with a cell- owowwow-o. Set a year before the action of his Booker-shortlisted Umbrella, Will Self's new novel Shark continues its exploration of the complex relationship between human psychopathology and human technological progress.ĭ’ailleurs, c’est toujours les autres qui meurent. Five years later, sitting in a nearby cinema watching Steven Spielberg's Jaws, Busner realizes the true nature of the events that transpired on that dread-soaked day, when a survivor of the worst disaster in the US Navy's history - the sinking of the USS Indianapolis - came face-to-face with the British Royal Air Force observer on the Enola Gay's mission to bomb Hiroshima. On the other side of the Atlantic, it's a brilliant sunny morning after an April of heavy rain, and at the "Concept House" therapeutic community he has set up in the London suburb of Willesden, maverick psychiatrist Dr Zack Busner has been tricked into joining a decidedly ill advised LSD trip with several of its disturbed residents. By the end of the day four students will be shot dead by the National Guards in the grounds of Kent State University. A week earlier President Nixon has ordered American ground forces into Cambodia to pursue the Vietcong.
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