All my deadlines, writing competitions, proof-reading and promotion efforts are now temporarily under control. I’m reading again and it feels good. What I’m supposed to be doing, of course, is my GST, which is why I’m reading.
Nick Hornby’s “Slam” is something I would not have selected to read if it weren’t for the author. “Slam” blurb claims the book is all about this 16yo kid who skates (that’s skateboarding, not ice skating) and talks to his bedroom wall poster.
What “Slam” is actually about, though, is life, love, relationships and parenthood. What “Slam” is actually about, is Nick Hornby’s beautiful turn of phrase (even when he speaks Teenage) and his acute observations. What “Slam” is about, is deep philosophy disguised as a fast-food book.
Although it’s not “High Fidelity”, it’s still one heck of a read.
PS One thing I really admire about Nick Hornby is that every book of his has a unique set of vocabulary, be it music, soccer or skating, pertinent to the theme and the main character.