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An oldie (1984) but well worth finding and reading: the wonderful Bridge of Birds which, somehow, I had never seen or heard of. It's an absolutely fantastic, funny, gorgeous, horrible, amazing ride of a book.
Here's a bit from the middle:
Night rain is falling on the village of Ku-fu, glinting through moonbeams that slide through thin clouds, and the soft splashing sound outside my window blends with the drip of ink from the mouse-whiskered tip of my writing brush.
This is one of the quiet moments, you understand. There's plenty of wild.
On a side note...the author, Barry Hughart, apparently wrote this book and two sequels and no more; given the book's wonderfulness I have to wonder, why? Does anyone know?
Here's a bit from the middle:
Night rain is falling on the village of Ku-fu, glinting through moonbeams that slide through thin clouds, and the soft splashing sound outside my window blends with the drip of ink from the mouse-whiskered tip of my writing brush.
This is one of the quiet moments, you understand. There's plenty of wild.
On a side note...the author, Barry Hughart, apparently wrote this book and two sequels and no more; given the book's wonderfulness I have to wonder, why? Does anyone know?
