Matthew's review
Annals of the Former World by John McPhee
McPhee makes sentences that turn on you at the last second and deliver a sudden, polite fillip to the sinuses--twists like the punch to a joke--likening cars in a mudslide to raisins in uncooked dough, for example, or defining words backwards, or inserting sentimental lyricism into a sentence about sedimentary rock.
If you read quickly, it's like getting a Swedish massage from the inside.
If you read quickly, it's like getting a Swedish massage from the inside.
