love anew

The Gargoyle
Andrew Davidson


I don't know why I love the books that I love. I don't know what makes me pick them up from the shelves and start reading. For this it started simply with a word: gargoyle. But the real deal-closer was the first line. This one starts:


Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

Maybe I liked what the author said in an interview that a lot of us have been burned by love and that he had always had the idea of writing a story that story that started, not ended, with one.

I read this dark and myteriously anachronistic tale now, during Halloween, after I scared myself silly visiting a Haunted House. Seems apropo to the exercise of casting out the private agonies that haunt the mind. I'll let you know how it goes, but I can feel it already, love anew for the unexplainable beauty of finding a writer who seems to write through me.

I have updates for you on Monday on my little secret.

Have a good Halloween Weekend.
Ashima


Update: I was not wrong about this book. It's love anew.