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The Religion by Tim Willocks
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Oct 09, 2011

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Read from August 15 to October 02, 2011 , read count: 1

Well...this one was a bit of a tough read. That's not to say that I didn't learn from it, but it was an intense study.

Here's an excerpt from the review at The Uncustomary Book Review:

"The putrid smell emanating from within the bowels of the train’s bathroom stall just a few feet away from me is a fitting accompaniment to the vile imagery I’m exposing myself to on this Tuesday-morning commute. What mind-space did the author have to be in to write such grotesque scenes? I don’t want to know, but to a certain extent, regardless of how much I fight to keep my distance, I have to enter Willocks’ mind to feel the words. With each phrase tranquilizing me just a little more, I get to the end of the chapter and all semblance of a groggy weekday morning is overwrought with the pallid stench of one man’s meticulous observation of gore at its most climactic." http://www.uncustomarybookreview.com/...
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“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33)”
Tim Willocks, The Religion

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