the wasp factory by iain banks
picked this up cause i read the first couple of pages on that http://www.recommendmeabook.com/ and they were obtuse & fun.
silly innit, feels like it was written by a really precocious child or something. can proper tell it's a debut novel, there's one chapter where the protagonist is having a conversation with his pal which might as well have been titled The Authors Views On Violence. the edgelord shocking-for-the-sake-of-it stuff made me feel a bit ill, especially the babby ugh.
that's all probably The Point though eh? idk
i liked the bits describing him building damns/mooching around the island in long winded detail.
i'm reading ficciones by georgey borgey now - wish i knew anything at all about philosophy so i could keep up, the stuff about a language without nouns was beaut "upward behind the onstreaming it mooned"... ooh lovely sentence. wonder if people have written poetry as though translated from that language.