Last night I had the strangest dream. I was on a plane flying to Dublin (no clue why?) and Bono came and sat next to me. I briefly looked up from my book and thought nothing of it, as you do. I was reading ‘Under the Net‘ by Iris Murdoch, which the cowboy-hat-wearing singer duly noted.
‘She’s an excellent author’ he said in his raspy Irish tones.
‘That she is.’
After much back and forth he reached into his hand luggage and pulled out a copy of Samuel Beckett’s ‘Molloy, Malone Dies and The Unnamable‘ and punctuates with, ‘But this guy is better!’
And that was that.
At this point, I’ve never read Samuel Beckett despite him being on my ‘to read’ list for way over a year. Maybe this dream, maybe Bono, was trying to tell me that maybe I should?