One thing that I love about traveling is that I find I have the time to read. I don’t make enough time for this back home… definitely something I need to work on.
I haven’t even read that much lately, but since I’ve been gone, I’ve finished:
- Popcorn, by Ben Elton
- The Acid House, by Irvine Welsh
- A Clockwork Orange, by Anthony Burgess
- Monty Python and Philosophy, various authors
- Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe
I’m currently reading Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, and I am loving it.
So, while we’re talking books, I want to share a passage from A Clockwork Orange. I have owned a copy of this book for years, and never got around to reading it. I picked it up in a hostel book trade, and devoured it.
“Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.”
Burgess utilizes a slang in ACO that he calls “nadsat.” These slang words frequently have Russian roots, for example, “nadsat’ is Russian for teen.
So, the above passage is a bit more comprehensible:
- nagoy- naked
- gulliver- head
- rookers- hands
- glazzies- eyes
- rot- mouth
- slooshing- listening
I think that this is just exquisite. Burgess was a genius.