The oddest book I’ve ever read

So I read Wei Wei’s blog post about Roald Dahl’s book, My Uncle Oswald. Her description of the book was captivating, so I couldn’t resist borrowing a copy of it from the Mountain View public library. 

My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl

I’m a Roald Dahl fan. Not a hardcore fan, but a fan nonetheless. I liked BFG, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Witch, and etc. His books were always extremely imaginative and way out there. At the same time, they all share something in common. They’re innocent. Most were about children for children.

So after I finished My Uncle Oswald, I closed the book and stared at it for while. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It is, of course, still extremely imaginative and, may I say, waaaaaaay out there. Just out there in a direction that I never imagined that Roald Dahl would go.

*Spoilers ahead. Please stop if you’d like to read the book yourself!*

The plot of the book is about Oswald’s project to collect sperm from famous men. He and his team members would freeze the sperm and sell them to wealthy women. Imagine having Einstein’s child! Or Sigmund Freud’s! (I’ve got to say he or she would most probably turn out to be a nutcase though)

It sounds like it’s just some people forming a sperm bank, right? But the process of obtaining those famous sperm samples was so hilarious that I couldn’t help laughing out loud while reading the book. If I had to use an emoticon to describe how I felt after finishing the book, it’d be this: 

I totally recommend this book to everyone. Especially if you happen to like Roald Dahl and sex!

~ by huinee on July 13, 2008.