Darkmans

Ambitious read. Prize-winningly written.

You read it with english accent in your mind, fumble with the words together with the characters, inevitably like them, feel for them.

The story makes you smile, oddly. It happens like life, slow at times, fast and sweatty in an instance, teadious and pointless, and with plenty of room for interpretation too, room to write the story on as you would like it.

It ends at the end. No big deal, as I said, much like life.

It is not a read you can reast and have a good time with, it is intense and, in my opinion, a bit pretentious.

I saw Stephan King, Irvine Welsh and a pinch of Salman Rushdie there.