En smakebit på søndag: Shades of Gray av Jasper Fforde

Mari på bloggen Flukten fra Virkeligheten hjälper oss, vanligtvis, att bjuda varandra på smakbitar ur de böcker vi läser just nu. Alltid kul att få lite boktips och lite försmak. Inga spoilers! Dagens samlade smakbitar finns hos Astrid Terese!

Goodreads sida f boken HÄR!

Utan att ha läst Femtio nyanser av grått är jag aningen anti den serien böcker (hypade böcker över huvud taget lockar sällan).
En av mina favoritförfattare - Patrick Rothfuss - skrev då om den här boken, Nyanser av Grått utan Femtio, som lite motpol (det är INTE en parodi - den här skrev t.o.m. innan den omtalade serien böcker) och sedan dess har den dykt upp både lite här och var - så som saker och ting gör när man fått upp ögonen för dem - så nu är den i min ägo, och jag började på den igår.

Om boken kan man läsa: 

Hundreds of years in the future, after the Something that Happened, the world is an alarmingly different place. Life is lived according to The Rulebook and social hierarchy is determined by your perception of colour. Eddie Russett is an above average Red who dreams of moving up the ladder by marriage to Constance Oxblood. Until he is sent to the Outer Fringes where he meets Jane - a lowly Grey with an uncontrollable temper and a desire to see him killed. For Eddie, it's love at first sight. But his infatuation will lead him to discover that all is not as it seems in a world where everything that looks black and white is really shades of grey ...If George Orwell had tripped over a paint pot or Douglas Adams favoured colour swatches instead of towels ...neither of them would have come up with anything as eccentrically brilliant as Shades of Grey.

Tre kapitel in och jag är fast - humorn är skönt knasig! Här kommer min smakbit:

The youthful stationmaster wore a Blue Spot on his uniform and remonstrated with the driver that the train was a minute late, and that he would have to file a report.

The driver retorted that since there could be no material differene between a train that arrived at a station and a station that arrived at a train, it was equally the staionmaster's fault.

The stationmaster replied that he could not be blamed, because he had no control over the speed of the station; to which the engine driver replied that the stationmaster could control its placement, and that if it were only a thousand yardscloser to Vermillion, the problem would be solved.

To this the stationmaster replied that if the driver didn't accept the lateness as his fault, he would move the station a thousand yards farther from Vermillion and make him not just late, but demeritably overdue.