Am reading 'Don't point that thing at me' by Kyril Bonfiglioli. Whilst my memory is, always has been, unutterably shit (good reason for doing a maths degree, bring down the lions with spear and first principles alone), I am convinced that I actually haven't read large chunks of it. The feeling of reading something one has forgotten, or the sort of detective novel in a long series where they all fade into one (Rankin, Hillerman) or where the author writes the same novel over and over again (dare I say Reichs?) is different. This is rather bizarre as it is a book I have mentioned to people numerous times and on LJ at least once, but there you go. I hypothesise that I read the beginning and the end and skipped through looking for the memorable quotes that appear in the Penguin Book of 20th Century Quotations.
I also have acquired Margaret Bonfiglioli's quasi-biography of her ex-husband, 'The Mortdecai ABC'. There is a photo of the author, I shall be showing it to Mr J.F. Cat of this parish to see if she was the landlady of 18 Norham Gardens when KW (WINOLJAIHVFOK) and the OUSFG library were there.
A search for Geoff Ryman and Norham Gardens, on Google, of course yielded another of my LJ posts. My obsessions are obscure and predictable.