This book was recommended to me by a work mate, and when I eventually picked it up I had absolutely no idea, whatsoever, what it was about. I didn’t even read the blurb on the back – nothing. A forgivable mistake, then, when I assumed from the title and cover that it was going to... Continue Reading →
The Magus, by John Fowles
Reading John Fowles’s The Magus is a lot like watching David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive. It’s totally captivating all the way through, but when the end comes, your first reaction is What? followed by a baffled silence and the feeling of possibly having just been ripped off. However, as others have said: The Magus is something... Continue Reading →