And the Ass Saw the Angel

I'm reading what I think is my favorite book in the entire world. Maybe.

It's And the Ass Saw the Angel by Nick Cave. It's dark, terribly disturbing and beautiful.

"Suddenly Mule stiffed and fell silent, as though ossified. The clouds of red dust engulfed the beast, then fell away and settled in veils at his feet. We stared at each other. Mule, it seemed, was cast in lead and draped in falling red veils. Dread crawled over Mule and sat like a king in all the places of his face. His lips curled back to reveal huge yellow teeth. He frothed. He foamed. His demented eyes egged in their orbits as if they were being laid. And all the while he goggled horribly, over mah shoulder, at it coming."