NormFor the Term of My Unnatural Life. A book review by Mal.
I haven't read this book because it hasn't been written. All accounts indicate it will be a great read. If I ever do write it. And if my accounts of what it will be like are accurate prognonstications. I anticipate it will a compulsory text in every school. Globally. Translated into a thousand languages. And on the list of must have books at every university. Globally. Not just for literature degrees. Every discipline. IT, Psychology, Science et al, inter alia. CEOs of major corporations will downsize their libraries and just have one book. Mine. It will be the subject of every staff motivational meeting. Because it will be a book about life. My life. The life of Mal. It will be the topic of morning tea conversations. Commuters will wind down the windows of their cars on the way to work and yell out. Have you read Mal's book? Other commuters will just look at them disdainfully as if to say, Who hasn't? How about you stop big-noting yourself? And give all the credit and glory to Mal? People will stop using PCs just to read and reread my book. No-one will watch TV any more. I'll send everyone broke. No-one will have children. Procreation will become a thing of the past. Everyone will be too busy reading my book. And no-one else will be famous. I'll be the only famous and wealthy person in the world. I'll let people lick my feet but if anyone tries to lick or sniff my bum? I'll write another book. About the disadvantages of brown-nosing and cow-towing. I might call that one Moo Poo. But I really should start the book that's going to make me famous and wealthy first. If only I could think of where to start. Writers and Dreamers. Equals.
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