October 9, 2014
Present: Nic, Carl, Mark, Sabine, Gill
Despite the torrential rain through which we'd each run, lost and alone, in the desolate carnage that is Victoria mid-revamp, great burgers, crispy sweet potato fries and decent red wine meant a most enjoyable evening was had by all.
We raised a glass to Carl's return and to the poor South African miner in whose memory we gathered at this "South African" restaurant that didn't seem to have any South African specialities except Biltong and animal-hide chairs.
Some of us felt trapped in one of those old time-travel-type paradoxes when, at the end of the novel, we discovered our protagonist had been back to the same place many times and never remembered his trips. Why then, we wondered, was he able to remember and write down this one? The question went unanswered but, nonetheless, we enjoyed the adult fairy-tale nature of the book, rocked through it at pace and almost unanimously agreed that The Omen is a truly great book. Well, we've never felt constrained to discuss just one book.