Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Message to cancer:
F&*K YOU CANCER.
Iain Banks has not got long, he announced today.
I read The Wasp Factory in my early 20s after it was recommended to me by a friend. I was sitting on the top deck of the bus on my way home from college one night and I reached a part of the story where I felt I actually had to put the book down, mouth open and eyes agog, so powerful and disturbing was one particular image within the text. I picked it up again the next day and finished it. Amazing book.
When I lived in central Edinburgh, I often used to Mr Banks out and about, usually in a music shop.
Another cruelty inflicted by a shit of a disease on a talented individual. I only hope he is able to do whatever he needs to in the time he has left.