Vurt by Jeff Noon


Jeff Noon

Not the sort of book I usually read but once I had started I was hooked! It appears to be the story of one or maybe several very weird drug trips. I felt as if I had stepped into a bizarre form of computer game. Strange but utterly compulsive.

A blue feather had landed on the stomach of the Thing-from-Outer-Space. One of his tentacles reached out for it. His spiky fingers took a hold, and a hole opened up in his flesh, a greasy orifice. He turned the feather in his feelers and then stroked it in, direct, to the hole. He started to change. I wasn't sure which feather he'd loaded, but from the way he was moving his feelers I guess he was swimming with the Thermo Fish.
I sure know that wave.

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