October 22, 2015 at 03:24PM on Facebook
“But still, as I stop to listen, it seems that the strains of Apollonian music go on and on. At home and abroad, slick Apollonian gods continue doing what they have always done: wielding their knives and stripping the powerless of their supposed errors and of their flesh. And in the face of such gods, it is the least we can do, as a kind of rebellion, to sing the ordinary virtues of the flesh — with all the foolishness, sex, silly songs, banter, earthiness and fart jokes this implies.”
Will Buckingham’s latest novel sounds harrowing but good.
The Satyr’s Skin, or, Why I Flayed Marsyas