Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
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to do with it) but the wait has been worth while. Nothing Burns in Hell is not a science fiction novel, it<br />
is a private eye detective novel, but it still has the distinctive Farmer touch.<br />
<strong>The</strong> novel is set in Peoria, where Farmer himself lives. Corbie is a private eye married to a wiccan called<br />
Glinna who will only sleep with him when the stars are propitious. <strong>The</strong>re are crystal balls and pyramids<br />
arranged in hexagrams under the bed in order to focus the most intense sexual energy. Corbie claims<br />
to be so conditioned that he can't drive past a crystal shop without getting a hard on.<br />
Corbie is hired to witness an illegal transfer of money in a cemetery. <strong>The</strong> transaction goes bloodily<br />
wrong. One of the villains has cancerous growths sprouting like tendrils from his around his mouth. In a<br />
fight with the woman who hired Corbie, one of the tendrils is bitten off (to the accompaniment of great<br />
cries of pain and much blood). Later Corbie finds the tumour lying like a worm near the gravestone<br />
where the fight took place. He chases the villains and ends up a prisoner of the tendrilled man, his<br />
brother and the enormously fat wife they share; truly a gruesome hillbilly threesome. Tortures and<br />
humiliations (lovingly described) are heaped upon him and murder is about to be done. But Corbie<br />
escapes, wounding the villain most cruelly with a snapping turtle.<br />
It is unclear just what is going on (and why) but Corbie now has a motive to get to the bottom of this<br />
business. Greed, venality, hatred and noisy neighbours are Corbie's constant companions. <strong>The</strong> body<br />
count (and the mutilations) mount steadily. This is pure pulp fiction, no punches pulled and no holds<br />
barred. Gruesome and funny by turns, and definitely not for the weak of stomach, it is a very powerful<br />
and very odd book.<br />
It is by Philip José Farmer, after all.<br />
Work finished on Friday and I wasn't due to fly home until Sunday. I had a whole day free to do the<br />
tourist thing. I booked a cruise to Malamala, an uninhabited island, total surface area about six acres.<br />
You can walk around the entire island in about ten minutes (I timed myself).<br />
On arrival the boat crew gave us a traditional Fijian welcome and served yaqona (kava). It looks and<br />
tastes rather like dirty dishwater and contains a narcotic that numbs the mouth. If you drink enough,<br />
the numbness spreads across the face and over the body. It is traditionally drunk sitting down since the<br />
numbness prevents you from standing up. It is an extract from the root of a local variety of pepper<br />
plant and the very best kava is prepared in the traditional way by toothless old women who chew the<br />
root and spit into a communal bowl. This extract is then diluted with water and drunk with great<br />
ceremony. In deference to the sensibilities of their guests, our crew prepared the drink from dried kava<br />
root -- not a spitting old lady to be seen. I felt vaguely disappointed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> slang name for kava is "grog". In Nadi I saw a kava bar -- it was called "<strong>The</strong> Olde Grogge Shoppe".<br />
I left the other cruise people to their own devices and went over to the opposite side of the island to be<br />
alone. I sat beneath a palm tree and sipped a cold beer. <strong>The</strong> only sound was the gentle lapping of the<br />
waves on the beach. I watched the fierce sunlight dance across the waves. On the horizon more islands<br />
beckoned mysteriously. <strong>The</strong> sense of utter solitude and complete isolation and tranquillity was restful<br />
and relaxing. It seemed the world had gone away. I emptied my mind and let the tensions drain.<br />
I rejoined the rest of the group and we went out on a glass bottomed boat to view the coral. An<br />
enormous brain coral sprawled and vivid blue fish swam hither and yon. A baby shark swam innocently<br />
by and I saw a furiously bustling jellyfish with a purple centre.<br />
<strong>The</strong> boat moved further out to the edge of the reef and some of the group went snorkelling. One of the<br />
boat crew threw bread into the water and the sea boiled as hundreds of zebra striped fish appeared<br />
seemingly from nowhere to gorge upon the bread. A young snorkeller found herself in the middle of the<br />
shoal and she giggled uncontrollably as they tickled her in their feeding frenzy.<br />
When the snorkellers returned to the boat they were all scratching furiously. <strong>The</strong> water was aswarm<br />
with sea lice and as we headed back to shore the people began to develop red lumps.