That's how I devoured the book and that's how the book devoured me.
Love the language, but don't love it expecting it to love you back. You'll be shocked, turned to stone, by how it'll treat you. But, like someone with a self-destructive behavioral disorder, you'll keep coming back, page after wondrous page.
Some works you read because the plot, the insidious compulsion to find out “what happens” keeps your eyes lancing back and forth across the page, the screen; some books you read and keep reading because you love the ideas, the psycho-philosophical biscuits of thought, the nibbles; and some books you read because of the ensorcelling language, the shavings of metaphor, the beautiful pockmarks of music in each word, word after word, like a symphany of destruction that enraptures even as the world...more