Mr. Coetzee

One chapter from the end of Elizabeth Costello and I'm completely blown away by it. I'll write more when I've finished it but it's overarching narrative of having challenging opinions [....] and worrying about the reception of those Challlops the feeling that maybe you don't hold that opinion after all then getting desperate and depressed and wondering how you got here but still being very convinced that you are/were right but can't explain how. It's really fascinating. It's very humane too.

There's lots of stuff about the Greeks vs Christianity that I don't understand but there are some shocking images in there, like this after a discussion of Leda and her swan, then making love to Eros, being on top of him while his wings are spread, flattened and useless and useless then...:

"The seed of gods would seem to gush hugely (This must have been Mary of Nazareth's experience too, waking from her dream, still slightly trembly with the issue of The Holy Ghost running down her thighs)"