La Divina Comedia de Neil Hannon: THE BOOKLOVERS

Promenade fue el tercer álbum de estudio (1994) de The Divine Comedy, el grupo de brit-pop orquestal liderado por el genial músico y crooner irlandés Neil Hannon.

El álbum gira en torno a dos amantes que pasan un día en la playa. Por aquel entonces, tras la marcha de sus compañeros del trío inicial, Hannon decidió continuar en solitario, y al final de su temporada londinense se fue a vivir al ático de su casa familiar en Londonderry, en donde comenzó a escribir canciones bajo la influencia de músicos como Jacques Brel, Scott Walker y Michael Nyman.

El tercer sencillo que deseamos reproducir, The Boolovers, evoca ¡a más de setenta escritores!... Merece la pena dedicarle nuestra atención....

“This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence… makes no difference… whatever are you doing?”

Aphra Benn: Hello
Cervantes: Donkey
Daniel Defoe: To christen the day!
Samuel Richardson: Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle…
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott: We’re all doomed!
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honoré de Balzac: Oui…
Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello…
Emily Brontë: Hello…
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
Nikolai Gogol: Vas chi
Gustav Flaubert: Oui
William Makepeace Thackeray: Call me ‘William Makepeace Thackeray’
Nathaniel Hawthorne: The letter ‘A’
Herman Melville: Ahoy there!
Charles Dickens: London is so beautiful this time of year…
Anthony Trollope: good-good-good-good evening!
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here come the sleepers…
Mark Twain: I can’t even spell ‘Mississippi’!
George Eliot: George reads German
Emile Zola: J’accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I’m a bloody boring writer…
Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough]
Edith Wharton: Well hello, Mr James!
DH Lawrence: Never heard of it
EM Forster: Never heard of it!

Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say ‘Yesterday’s dead & gone – I want to live today’

James Joyce: Hello there!
Virginia Woolf: I’m losing my mind!
Marcel Proust: Je me’en souviens plus
F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa
Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the….
Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so häßlich
Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr!
William Faulkner: Tu connait William Faulkner?
Anaïs Nin: The strand of pearls
Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it’s black!
Jean-Paul Sartre: Let’s go to the dome, Simone!
Simone de Beauvoir: C’est exact present
Albert Camus: The beach… the beach
Franz Kafka: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Thomas Mann: Mam
Graham Greene: Call me ‘pinky’, lovely
Jack Kerouac: Me car’s broken down…
William S Burroughs: Wowwww!

Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say ‘Yesterday’s dead & gone – I want to live today’

Kingsley Amis: [cough]
Doris Lessing: I hate men!
Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl…
William Golding: Achtung Busby!
JG Ballard: Instrument binnacle
Richard Brautigan: How are you doing?
Milan Kundera: I don’t do interviews
Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello…
Paul Theroux: Have a nice day!
Günter Grass: I’ve found snails!
Gore Vidal: Oh, it makes me mad!
John Updike: Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run…
Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah so, old chap!
Malcolm Bradbury: stroke John Steinbeck, stroke JD Salinger
Iain Banks: Too orangey for crows!
AS Byatt: Nine tenths of the law, you know…
Martin Amis: [burp]
Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh!
Umberto Eco: I don’t understand this either…
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa
Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha!
Salman Rushdie: Names will live forever…

(FUENTE)