5 thoughts on “XX”

  1. RECONVENED IN SHOREDITCH

    A missing joystick, and two of our ka-tet perceiving three DMEn via smuggled Depthcharges in a Members’ Club and Hotel out of London lockdown… weighing Dana’s abridgement…

    “— ideas having ideas, which in turn have their own ideas and so on.”

  2. SEARCH PARTY 

    “…the Grid contains more than a million million million million creatures just within the volume of our good green Earth.”

    Cecil Court, where I used to hunt for realbooks, and now we resume Jack’s relationship with Nadine that makes me wonder whether this is a classic book of character or a classic book of ideas? More likely to be the latter, I guess.

    “Fuck what may or may not be legal.
    Fuck ‘em all.    ”

  4. BREAKING AND ENTERING
    &
    THE GRAND PLAN

    “We are a small stuttering candle in a cosmic immensity in which life is precious and fleeting, but we need not slip quietly into that bottomless well of a forgotten eternity like so many unremembered cultures before us.”

    A paean to Candle Dreaming. A crucial section, the human IDEAspace in literature and life, a lengthy wondrous beautiful speechless monologue upon ‘ideas’, their birth, their perhaps not inevitable death, a DANa’s DARE as filtered through a new Percy Bysshe Shelley poetry while still in spy fiction prose …. read it and see. Amid the ka-tet’s return to the ka-text of the supposedly abandoned Intelligencia office, with Dana’s bodily dare nearly pulled into some Toilet Mythos but now evolving into the aforementioned idea about ideas. XX as a novel of ideas, indeed, as I specifically prophesied above, a Grand Plan for Immortality. Or, at worst or best, Null Immortalis? In and out of the Grid or God or Gestalt with only two fingers missing…

    Morn More Mere – my solution to the Word Ladder. The first and only stab at it that I made.