I wondered about this too, but literature and music don't go together
that well. Has there ever been a worse book invoking the magic of
sound than Rushdie's crappy 'Ground Beneath Her Feet? It doesn't
feature Sebastian Faulks (thank Christ) so it might be worth a go.
― Snotty Moore, Friday, 21 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)