December 31, 2009

As you do

Behold, the weirdest thing I’ve read all day: “Carey tells of [William Golding’s] drunken assault on a Bob Dylan puppet belonging to the writer Andrew Sinclair and kept in his house, in a bedroom used by the Goldings. Waking in the night, Golding mistook the puppet for Satan, attacked it and buried it in the garden.”– from “Theopany“, Frank Kermode’s review of William Golding: The Man Who Wrote Lord of the Flies