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Wednesday, October 15, 2003

'They should have a thing,' Suk Hee is saying from the back seat, 'to make the windshield wipers stay in sync with the music, you know?'

Keri stalks a Lexus, pulling up behind it, flashing. She tailgates it until it moves over. She turns up the stereo, probably to drown out Suk Hee. Björk is shrieking about spoons.

'Seriously.' Suk Hee doesn't give up so easy. 'And what about direction signals? Yours are out of sync with the wipers and the stereo.'


- this is an extract from MAUL by Tricia Sullivan, which i recall seeing recently in a book shop, but didn't pay much attention to. visiting the orbit books site, who do some interesting Sci-Fi (and loads and loads of fantasy, it seems), i found this. a curious piece, which leaves me a little baffled and bemused. starting with the lead character masturbating, going through some thoughts on the holocaust and climaxing with a conversation about how the car's indicators just aren't hitting the one.

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