The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted over at Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple and go something like this.
1. Grab a book, any book.
2. Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
3. Find any sentence, (or a few, just don’t spoil it)
4. Post it.
5. Add the post url, not your blog url to the Linky.
6. Tweet it #Friday56 (not an official Freda’s Voice rule)
Somehow at work we have an unofficial, but slightly official book club going on. It started off with two of reading House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski and ballooned into 6 of us. Now we’re just about ready to discuss our 2nd book, The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien.
This is my first foray into Flann O’Brien and I’m really enjoying him; which means I just might have to buy his works. I checked out the Everyman’s Library edition that has his complete novels.
After Maccrutskeen had tiptoed delicately from the room like a trained nurse and shut the door without a S=sound, I found myself standing by the bed and wondering stupidly what I was going to do with it. I was weary in body and my brain was numb. I had a curious feeling about my left leg. I thought that it was, so to speak, spreading – that its woodenness was slowly extending throughout my whole body, a dry time poison killing me inch by inch. Soon my brain would be changed to wood completely and I would then be dead. Even the bed was made of wood,not metal. If I were to lie in it —
The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien
Have you read it? If so, what did you think?