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    <body><![CDATA[This was a very novel and interesting take on what the afterlife might be like. It was also quite a biting commentary on family life! The prose was quite stylised in places, particularly with Lily's constant cultural references, which was occasionally a little distracting but mostly quite cool.<br/>...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/63615782">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm reading this, I'm nearly finished with the section in which Lily is describing her own death from cancer, and I'm wondering what kind of old woman I'll be. Will I be a tragic figure, having lived a life alone and slowly watched all of my hopes and dreams waste away? That may be my greatest fear....<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/58824573">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Better than Nabokov! What awesome language, and so well researched. Thoroughly cynical and entertaining. I'd read all of Will Self's other books. I don't care how trendy this shit is.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Not a very uplifting story, and doesn't have the same rye humor that Self usually has. But still. and interesting exploration of death and the after life in a modern imagining.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Even now I am struggling to clarify my thoughts on this book.<br/><br/>Yes... Lily Bloom is a very unpleasant, unlikeable protagonist. Yes... the vision that Self creates of the afterlife is more horrific (to me) than anything Dante threw together - I'd rather suffer being prodded by demons than t...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/24595682">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[First Will Self book.  Absolutely hilarious and pitch black. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[My favourite book by Self so far. Fantastic idea and very funny. <br/><br/>I think it's worth reading the short-story that it's based on first (the first in 'Quantity Theory of Insanity'). ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[this book is bizarro, i am going to continue to trudge through it.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[In 1988, sixty-five-year old Lily Bloom quickly succumbs to cancer in London. But after life there's death. Guided by an Aborigine named Phar Lap Jones, Lily is transported by a Greek Cypriot minicab driver to the North London dead neighbourhood of Dulston. There, accompanied by her lithopedion Lithy and her dead son Rude Boy, she's introduced to the twelve-step Personally Dead meetings, and watches over her living daughters--the cold, ambitious Charlotte, and her favourite, the heroin-addicted Natasha.<p>Since Self's face, voice and, notoriously, his life story are familiar to millions who will never pick up his book, there's always the risk of over-reading his work biographically. Read this way, Lily is clearly based on his New York-born Jewish mother; large chunks of Self's much-publicised addictions are wittily retooled; and Self himself is sexily transmuted into the beautiful and glamorously doomed Natasha. But Lily is a feisty, articulate woman, with a complex history spanning two continents, two husbands, and a constantly recreated personality--a great literary creation. Self's longterm obsession with London provides us with the utterly convincing Dulston; his treatment of modern Jewish life in North London (versus New York) will find its fans and critics; and his sympathetic account of Lily's decline into her morphine-laden deathbed is deeply affecting. But ultimately <em>How The Dead Live</em> grows beyond such local concerns. Ultimately, this novel is about the vexed relationship between the local worries of contemporary Western life and a more transcendent non-Western spirituality--signalled by Self's opening gesture to <em>The Tibetan Book of the Dead</em> and by the all-seeing Aborigine Phar Lap Jones. Readers familiar with his satire and pyrotechnic wordplay--both still well in place--may initially be thrown by the book's unexpected lurches of narrative voice and locale and its mysticism--but they'd be well advised to give it a chance. <em>How The Dead Live</em> is a big book with big ideas, and quite definitely Will Self's most ambitious and mature work to date.--<em>Alan Stewart</em></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Self transferring his grumpy old man persona to a grumpy old woman ghost. Clever, clever stuff, but reading it was like being caught in a whirlpool taking you down the plughole....  ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Good book, but horrified by the thought that all the fat I've lost will turn into a creature with the temperament of a sulky teenager, that will then follow me through the afterlife. ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[In 1988, sixty-five-year old Lily Bloom quickly succumbs to cancer in London. But after life there's death. Guided by an Aborigine named Phar Lap Jones, Lily is transported by a Greek Cypriot minicab driver to the North London dead neighbourhood of Dulston. There, accompanied by her lithopedion Lithy and her dead son Rude Boy, she's introduced to the twelve-step Personally Dead meetings, and watches over her living daughters--the cold, ambitious Charlotte, and her favourite, the heroin-addicted Natasha.<p>Since Self's face, voice and, notoriously, his life story are familiar to millions who will never pick up his book, there's always the risk of over-reading his work biographically. Read this way, Lily is clearly based on his New York-born Jewish mother; large chunks of Self's much-publicised addictions are wittily retooled; and Self himself is sexily transmuted into the beautiful and glamorously doomed Natasha. But Lily is a feisty, articulate woman, with a complex history spanning two continents, two husbands, and a constantly recreated personality--a great literary creation. Self's longterm obsession with London provides us with the utterly convincing Dulston; his treatment of modern Jewish life in North London (versus New York) will find its fans and critics; and his sympathetic account of Lily's decline into her morphine-laden deathbed is deeply affecting. But ultimately <em>How The Dead Live</em> grows beyond such local concerns. Ultimately, this novel is about the vexed relationship between the local worries of contemporary Western life and a more transcendent non-Western spirituality--signalled by Self's opening gesture to <em>The Tibetan Book of the Dead</em> and by the all-seeing Aborigine Phar Lap Jones. Readers familiar with his satire and pyrotechnic wordplay--both still well in place--may initially be thrown by the book's unexpected lurches of narrative voice and locale and its mysticism--but they'd be well advised to give it a chance. <em>How The Dead Live</em> is a big book with big ideas, and quite definitely Will Self's most ambitious and mature work to date.--<em>Alan Stewart</em></p>]]>
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    <![CDATA[In April 1988, 65-year-old Lily Bloom quickly succumbs to cancer in the  Royal Ear Hospital. (&quot;Where do they keep the Royal Ear, I wonder? I think of it  as very large--as big as a dinner tray--and very red, angrily red.&quot;) But after  life there's death. Guided by an aborigine named Phar Lap Jones, she is  transported by a Greek Cypriot minicab driver to the North London dead  neighborhood of Dulston. There, accompanied by her dead son, Rude Boy, she's  introduced to the 12-step Personally Dead meetings, and she watches over her  living daughters--the cold, ambitious Charlotte, and her favorite, the  heroin-addicted Natasha. &quot;Natasha is peculiarly charged by the drug--and even by  the mere anticipation of its effects. She shifts from being vulnerable and  skittish and withdrawn to being strong and steady and extrovert. She's told me  before that it makes her feel 'complete' and 'confident,' and I can see what she  means. When she's off heroin she's a fucking nightmare--when she's on it she's a  peach.&quot;<p>  Since Will Self's face, voice, and, notoriously, life story are familiar to many  who will never pick up his fiction, there's always the risk of reading <em>How  the Dead Live</em> as autobiography. In which case, he's clearly based Lily on  his New York-born Jewish mother, and he's wittily retooled large chunks of his  own much-publicized addictions, transmuting himself into the beautiful and  glamorously doomed Natasha. But Lily is feisty and articulate, with a complex  history spanning two continents, two husbands, and a constantly re-created  personality--a great literary creation. Self's sympathetic account of Lily's  decline into her morphine-laden deathbed is deeply affecting, and his long-term obsession with London provides us with the utterly convincing Dulston.  His treatment of modern Jewish life in North London (rather than New York) will  find its fans and critics, but the novel grows beyond such local concerns.  Ultimately, it is about the vexed relationship between the worries of  contemporary Western life and a more transcendent spirituality--signaled by  Self's opening gesture to <em>The Tibetan Book of the Dead</em> and by the  all-seeing Phar Lap Jones. <em>How the Dead Live</em> is a big book with big  ideas, and quite definitely Will Self's most ambitious and mature work to date.  <em>--Alan Stewart</em></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Thank God this book is over. I didn't think I could dislike a book this much. If you value your sanity and time, don't bother.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is an interesting premis, but the wit is so dry and the whole story move so slowly. Never did make it all the way through.]]></body>
    
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