It’s A Kind Of Magus.

Have just finished re-reading John Fowles’s ‘The Magus’. I haven’t read it since I was in my early twenties. It’s still overly-intellectual, over-written, pretentious and annoying and still completely brilliant. He’d never get it published today, unless it had recipes mixed into the magic and a celebrity biog in the preface and of course there’s not nearly enough bondage to make it even five shades of grey! Sad thought – a whole generation of emerging teenagers in the swinging sixties would have been deprived of the ‘coolest’ of books. But it was published and if you haven’t, you ought to read it. One thing I can tell you – you’ll love it or you’ll hate it…maybe…

Guess I’d better break-out The French Lieutenant’s Woman…