Great opening paragraphs. A limbering up exercise prior to National Novel Writing Month in November.
It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach’s Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.
– The Crow Road, by Iain Banks.
The first novel in the Getting Off series that I haven’t read yet – will it live up to its explosive opening?