Posts Tagged ‘surreality’

What do you get if you splice Shakespeare with Kafka and force this new spliced being to have vigorous sexual intercourse with William Burroughs which produces an offspring better resembling a drug-addicted anti-christ than a cherub? You get Eric Mays’ Naked Metamorphosis.

“It was rare to find another person with such an affinity for napping. I could have awoken him but, for the nappers of the world, sleep is a sacred thing that should never be interrupted except in cases of life and death.” I could use that as a near-biblical quote to base my life on, really. It’s second only to a quote from one of my favourite movies where the main character is told to get a job and responds with, “Who’s got the time? I’m already busy doing nothing.”

Mister Vandermeer has created a wonderful world in this novel. It’s slick, it’s nasty, it’s biological and mechanical. It’s one of those books which would be a fantastic movie in cgi with lots of darkness and a punk soundtrack surrounded by classical opera.