Mike Harrison Brainwashing
Nov. 11th, 2007 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobetI'm reading Light right now (yes, I'm four years behind the rest of the world). One second I was curled up on my bed with the book and the next I'm napping, and I know I'm napping because it's the most lucid quantum nap I've ever had.
--red sashes. Tied around the waist. And dancing in front of my window like a mirror, where I could dance better than I can in the actual body, feel every muscle in my legs moving. Mixing a drink that involved...ginger ale, two halves of a strawberry, something clear, and a slice of chopped ginger root in a large, clear mug. And disjuncts, and false wakeups. Trying to open my eyes and finding them stuck halfway, out-of-focus sideways images like broken camcorders, and stumbling through the apartment by feel. And a blurry, eyesight-failing thought of "maybe I shouldn't have taken their drink instead" and then another, sliding down the chair in the coffee bar on the seventh floor of a hotel that I dreamed this morning exists in New York City, that I guess this is what happens to all the robots eventually. A false wakeup in my bed, with my hand curled under my mouth and me drooling a little on it (cold), and the balcony door blew open in a gust of wind and there was that mug of ginger something on my desk, waiting.
And then awake. I had to test it a few times, to make sure we'd actually found the proper reality and were sticking with it.
I'm sure I was missing stuff in the middle there too.
So...does this happen often when reading M. John Harrison?
--red sashes. Tied around the waist. And dancing in front of my window like a mirror, where I could dance better than I can in the actual body, feel every muscle in my legs moving. Mixing a drink that involved...ginger ale, two halves of a strawberry, something clear, and a slice of chopped ginger root in a large, clear mug. And disjuncts, and false wakeups. Trying to open my eyes and finding them stuck halfway, out-of-focus sideways images like broken camcorders, and stumbling through the apartment by feel. And a blurry, eyesight-failing thought of "maybe I shouldn't have taken their drink instead" and then another, sliding down the chair in the coffee bar on the seventh floor of a hotel that I dreamed this morning exists in New York City, that I guess this is what happens to all the robots eventually. A false wakeup in my bed, with my hand curled under my mouth and me drooling a little on it (cold), and the balcony door blew open in a gust of wind and there was that mug of ginger something on my desk, waiting.
And then awake. I had to test it a few times, to make sure we'd actually found the proper reality and were sticking with it.
I'm sure I was missing stuff in the middle there too.
So...does this happen often when reading M. John Harrison?
