"Jason Gould - The Seven Wonders Of The Modern World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gould Jason)

I tentatively turned to the first page. It was filled with line-drawings,
beside each of which was a name, and details of how the dimensions of the
vagina in question had come to be known. The Cleopatra looked particularly
neat.
'Oh, I almost forgot,' said Narcissus. He leaned back and picked up a
pamphlet. 'As of next month we're doing sphincters. It's a new line so
there isn't a great deal of choice, but you might like a look anyway.' He
flipped open the pamphlet and pointed with his nail at a red, vein-twilled
photograph. He said: 'The Davina Wright, Amateur Porn Star, London,
England, is very good.'
I, too, hang in the gallery of Narcissus, eyeing the patrons with eyes
that are not mine, smiling a smile filched from Grable.

Two: Credo AD, Operation Rhapsody, and The Trembling Isle of Fanaticus
Nominated by: Helena Kadeiro of Naples
Miss Kadeiro's Winning Phrase: "We are conduits for the celestial, blocked
by propriety."
The isle of Fanaticus in the heart of the Caribbean was once a retiring,
nondescript community. The few people who inhabited its hundred square
miles lived in a form of natural inertia, as carefree as the feathered
rainbows that coloured the island's many branches. But then, several years
ago, Credo AD purchased Fanaticus outright, from an almost bankrupt
government, and Operation Rhapsody commenced. Some locals moved to the
mainland. And some, once Operation Rhapsody was in full swing, moved back.
In the beginning, speakers and amplifiers, some as large and wide as
houses, were positioned at key points around the island. They were wired
into a purpose-built building that held a hundred turntables, thousands of
records and a team of disc jockeys operating on twelve-hour shifts. An
infrastructure was put into place to airlift supplies, recordings,
substitute DJs and batches of hedonists in from the mainland. It took
eighteen months to organise. The electricity was switched on on July 1st
1997; the rave commenced at dawn, August 1st, and hasn't stopped or paused
since. Credo AD are adamant it won't.
Eighteen months in, the following story appeared in the national press:
"Intrigued by this seemingly Thelemic paradise, I took it upon myself to
board a plane and investigate what culture-pundits have dubbed the
twentieth century's answer to Xanadu.
Even as one leaves the mainland and cuts through the rich blue water
towards Fanaticus, the skeleton-stirring bassline and mad, epileptic light
show are plainly visible on the horizon, and one is overly aware of the
world one is leaving behind.
I stepped off the boat and was accosted by a plethora of multi-national
ravers and a kind of music that seemed to contain every sound known to
man, musical or otherwise. If every noise that can be made in the world
today was condensed into the very first atom then Fanaticus just maybe
sounds like the original big bang. And it isn't only noise that greets
you: walking on to the isle is like walking into a bedroom recently
vacated by lovers: the smell of the body is paramount, and hangs heavy in
the nose and throat, though the scents entice more than disgust.
As I made my way along the beach, squeezing through the hordes and