Night Train ~ Martin Amis (1997)

Uitgelezen op 19/4/2009

Een heus ordinaire Americaanse thriller uit de pen van de intellectuele Brit Martin Amis. Wie had dAt ooit gedacht? En erg lekker was het ook. Hij heeft de style perfect te pakken, de politie taal, dat hele wereldje. Een heerlijk tussendoortje. Gaat in de ruildoos - lijkt me een goede voor een fundamentele bookcrosser om het
op de juiste plek weer los te laten...
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Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness. You won't get there so quick, not by natural means. You buy your ticket and you climb on board. That ticket costs everything you have. But it's just a one-way. This train takes you into the night, and leaves you there. It's the night train.
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At 20 she looked like a model in an ad for those cereals that taste great but also make you shit right.
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Now the bureaus and the filing cabinets and the endless, endless shite of citizenship, of existence. Bills and wills, deeds, leases, taxes - oh, man, the water torture of staying alive. ThAt's a good reason to end it.
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(Over politie mensen):
We don't judge you, we can't judge you because whatever you've done it isn't even close to the worst. You're great. You didn't fuck a baby and throw it over the wall. You don't chop up 80 year olds for laughs. [...]
In other words, our standards, for human behaviour, are desperately low.
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The universe is everything religions are supposed to be, and then some, weird, beautiful, terrifying, but the universe is _the case._
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A spinning top looks still and stable until the force starts to weaken.
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