Six Degrees of Separation: from Fever Pitch to Sex


It’s time for #6Degrees and truly, it’s easy to play (no rules, just bookish fun) – join in!

This month’s chain begins with Nick Hornby’s memoir (or love letter to soccer), Fever Pitch.

I read Fever Pitch when I was at uni and it was my introduction to ‘lad-lit’.  At around the same time I read He Died with a Felafel in His Hand by Australian author John Birmingham. It’s also a memoir (about living in share houses in Brisbane).

Felafel leads me to Skippy Dies by Paul Murray  – because Skippy dies with a doughnut in his mouth.

Mario was my favourite character in Skippy Dies – so much talk, so little action (on account of his mere 14 years). I suspect Mario wants to grow up to be Eric, from The Deep Whatsis by Peter Mattei.

The drug-and-alcohol fueled Deep Whatsis made for exhausting reading, as it did in Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis.

Imperial Bedrooms includes one of the most repulsive, graphic scenes I’ve ever read in a fictitious book. I actually had to put the book down. Which reminds me of most of Easton Ellis’s notorious 1991 best-seller, American Psycho.

Remember how American Psycho was sealed in plastic and only available from behind the counter at the book shop? As was Madonna’s coffee-table book, Sex? So very nineties.

It feels a bit wrong to have started with Nick Hornby’s sentimental soccer memories and to be finishing with smutty Easton Ellis and Madonna but that’s #6Degrees. I wonder where other chains will lead?

Next month (April 1, 2017), the chain will begin with Emma Donoghue’s bestseller, Room.



33 responses

  1. Damn! I ended up working today & forgot all about this.

    I’ll sleep on it and plan something for tomorrow. I’ve haven’t read this starting book, but I have seen the movie…which may lead me to my first link…hmmmm.

    Mr Books has the Madonna book tucked away somewhere 🙂

  2. Your chain reminds me that I must read Skippy Dies. I seem to remember that my copy of American Psycho was unburdened by a wrapper!

    Could I make a suggestion for you to consider in the future – Shopgirl by Steve Martin.

  3. I’ve never read Bret Easton Ellis and I know I never will after your comment! I’m way too squeamish. I was a bookseller when Sex came out. We had a copy for the staff room which fell to bits within hours.

    • I think I’ve read a bit of Easton Ellis because he’s a writer of my generation. I do like to be challenged with my reading (not always, but sometimes) and EE pushes the boundaries for me. That said, Imperial Bedrooms tipped me over the edge and I’m not sure I’ll read anything new he publishes.

      Re: Sex – was it a copy that all staff also claimed that they ‘hadn’t looked at yet’?!

  4. The link led me to the dark side of sport, Night Games by Anna Krien. Then to Anna Karenina, and I finished on war novels by Tolstoy and Hemingway. .

    • Excellent first link. Which reminds me that I must track down my copy of Night Games. I started it (was a few chapters in) and then my husband hijacked the book – as he never reads for leisure I let him have the book… and then he lent it to someone else… and it came back to our house but I’d moved on to other books and somehow never found my way back to it.

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