Geraniums and Tourism

Back in Andalucía after two months of pursuing the ''big deal ", the grey, mundane metallic chatter of its commercialism leaving me vapid. Now the geraniums are in full bloom, barking a Marlboro red, bursting in their ebullient fuchsia...the frangipanis fighting their way into new life after a battering frost. The royal palm sits patiently in its big, black rubber pot, awaiting its entry into the dry,desert womb as a big opaque scorpion scuttles out from beneath it. The emerald kidney is being filtered, beating at 11°C , a testicle shrinking, nipple erecting plunge clears the head as I race through a recently purchased copy of Tourism by Nirpal Singh Dhaliwal. Was it the erect nipple on the cover that drew me to it in the book shop?

Nipple Singh's first book, Tourism, is good... fast-paced, suitably filthy, contemporary,racist and enjoyable as he doesn't mince his words. Perhaps its a bit early to compare him to Houellebecq, as the Guardian interview suggests ''Houellebecq-light "..... "I read Houellebecq and I thought if this nerdy white dude has got the guts to write this stuff, then fucking hell, I should have the bottle as well, you know "....Julie Burchill says," The best debut I have ever read "... I think its the best Punjabi debut I have ever read !

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