and one about 'Pyecroft' whos very fat and wants to lose weight..he loses 'weight' not fat and ends up floating up to the ceiling!
Ah, Ellie..., synchronicity strikes again. So it was HG who wrote that tale. I was telling someone about it the other day and couldn't recall the author. Poor old Pyecroft, had to sleep
under his bed so as not to drift away if I recall correctly.
Next time I'm in the library I'll try to remember to take out a little HG Wells. A quirky writer at times, with a keen eye for human foibles and a light touch whilst describing them.
Regarding Jack London I think my favourite book of his is
Call Of The Wild. Not necessarily his best but there are numerous passages in there which really resonate with me...
However, one of my all time favourites - one of those books to dip into almost at random on a sleepless night, knowing something will amuse me - is
Three Men In A Boat by Jerome K Jerome. If you've become used to short punchy sentences and 'jump cuts' from one scene to another Jerome will seem a little slow. But if you think of him as a
raconteur, leaning one elbow on some Victorian bar, pint mug in the other hand waving gently to emphasise some point or other, 'spinning a yarn' to waste a little more time before getting back out onto the river, his style falls smoothly into place.
Gyppo
