January 31st, 2003

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10 things I...

10 first lines of books I like, some of them not so great first lines... starting with my absolute favourite first line ever

It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat quietly in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish snoring in harmony to Bach's Mass in A Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach. THE CROW ROAD, Iain Banks

I feel a bit shallow compared to the rest of you, who have chosen works of great literachoore, but I like these. I've tried to avoid copying anyone else. And there's a bit of lit in there, but hopefully it's not catching.

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Re: corianderstem and copygirl insulting Shania Twain: count me in.

Shania Twain has hired two bhangra producers from London to remix her last album -- not because she is excited about the possibilities inherent in that musical form, but because the Indian middle class is some 30 million-strong.

I dislike musicians who are so nakedly doing it for the money. I don't mind a little greed so long as they love what they're doing.

I think that's why so much gangster rap leaves me colder than last week's lasagne. I don't care how many cars you have, or guns, or jewels.

And J. Lo, with regard to your keeping it real, and staying grounded as the amounts roll in?

Shut up, you irritating tart.

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after musesfool Great first lines / verses of songs. (I cheated) I also didn't go back in time much. The earliest song is 80s, I think

It's weird how in so many great songs, the first line aint that great. For example, Made of Stone by the Stone Roses is great because of the chorus.

Some songs have crap lyrics. I know that goes without saying, but there are some bands whose music I like, but whose lyrics are diabolical. Oasis, for example, whose early stuff I like a lot.

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And finally, a fabulous quote:

The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can be readily proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one of those that look as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more staircases than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
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