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Boon: H.G. Wells
An odd book, a very odd book- an attack on the literary establishment conducted by sock-puppets, in which Wells tears into his old friend Henry James (a hippopotamus attempting to pick up a pea) and comes close to prophesying the Internet. There's a war on, and what's the point of books? Absurdity jostles whimsy jostles parody, there are cartoons, there is far-out speculative thinking (attributed to the sock-puppet's sock puppet) and everything is jammed together and nothing is properly finished in a manner that Wells might have thought of as Shandean and I am tempted to call Pythonesque. Wells' name appears only as the provider of a teasing introduction: it's a wonder he owned it at all.
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