Well, as I revelled in my new-found appreciation of David Sedaris, I was brusquely pulled back to reality, or some surreal version of it, when on page 214, the novel ended in the middle of a chapter ("Chicken in the henhouse") and turned into a totally different book.
It was the new typeface which first alerted me to the fact, secondly the fact that p.214 was followed by p. 125. It dawned on me that this wasn't some post(post)modernist Sedaris literary trick that I didn't get, but a serious error. Suddenly, I was reading about two fellas named Beatty and Montag, apparently of Fahrenheit 451 fame. As I, shamefully confessing now, haven't read that classic, I have been given a 47-page sample of it. Or, more likely, a sign from the God of books that I should get my ass out of the house and get the real thing! I shall obey.
In any case, I expect this will make me immensely rich. But I shall have to inform my bookies (I have chosen to give the word new meaning, i.e. the one meaning book dealer) so they won't go selling more copies, devaluing mine!
In any case, I expect this will make me immensely rich. But I shall have to inform my bookies (I have chosen to give the word new meaning, i.e. the one meaning book dealer) so they won't go selling more copies, devaluing mine!



Innan sammanslagningen av våra två skolor (Öresundsgymnasiet och Pauliskolan) , såväl som efter på det nybildade Pauli gymnasium, gjorde vi oss av med otaliga hyllmeter böcker som vi fick sortera bort av utrymmesskäl. Sönderfallna, dammiga, fransiga, mossiga, tråkiga, inaktuella hamnade dessa gamla trotjänare på "slänghyllan". Naturligtvis satte vi upp lappar och uppmanade kollegor att eventuellt rädda några exemplar som inte borde förfaras, men det var nog bara ett fåtal som fick rum på annat håll. Själv sparade jag ett uttalshäfte i engelska med skojiga bilder från 60-talet. Inte har jag använt den, men emellanåt tar jag fram den, bläddrar lite och ler.









