Wednesday, June 27, 2007

And tonight's piece of descriptive writing

After the sublime Norman MacCaig, something more prosaic. Who do you imagine could have written this? A fourteen year-old, perhaps?

The sky was utterly dead. It looked cut out of matte black paper and pasted above the silhouettes of the towers.



Okay, I know you're dying to know what literary genius concocted that sublime description, so I'll maintain the suspense no longer. It is...


our old chum China Mieville. "Very possibly greatness," as we're told.

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