re:mote voices

The great pity about the absurdly rich is that they become absurd because none of them have the foresight to buy a wanker-alarm, someone who would accompany them and just toll at apposite moments: 'You are being soooooo wanky.' That is the danger of wild wealth, it frees you from gravity. They could hire the poor for the job, who'd have to be changed every so often like batteries because their good sense would be dissipated in the plush restaurants and chi-chi boutiques.

Tibor Fischer's latest book Journey To The End Of The Room caught my attention recently. i have been trying to find an extract from it, but the only extract i have managed to find at all is the one above which is from Fischer's Collector Collector. reviews for Journey To The End Of The Room seem to be somewhat mixed, but the idea sounds curious. a girl has hit on a good project, which has given her enough money to buy a flat in london. where she spends all her time, refusing to go outside, working as a graphic designer. in someway i'm not clear on, from the little i've read, she manages to meet folk from all over the world - partly over the internet, and partly from folk visiting her. somewhere along the line there is an excuse to cover her past as a dancer in a club in barcelona, she recieves letters from an ex-boyfriend who is apparently dead, and hires a private detective to find out what is going on. of course the fact that i spotted it on special the same day i spotted it on the publisher's website adds to the temptation to follow it up. the idea, as badly as i've described it, appeals to my quirky side.