Gut Symmetries

“‘Look at me,' said Grandmother. Yes look at her. Spiny as a jujube tree, sweet as a julep, ju-jitsu-minded with a heart like a jubilee. Energy, work and heat in the joule-force of her. A wryneck jynx, sudden turn of the head. Woodpecker bird at the World Ash Tree.”

I'm hard-pressed to remember a time I read such distinctive prose. I didn't care much for the plot or the characters (which is generally, you know, quite an indictment of a novel) but the sheer oddness of the writing made it worthwhile.