|read: South of the Border, West of the Sun
||[Feb. 21st, 2010|12:55 pm]
Man this is one short easy book. Gotta have the lowest word count of any Murakami. For all I know. I'm no good at reading, but this 200-pager must've taken me less than five hours total.|
I guess it is a lot like Norwegian Wood in that it's "guy is hung up on some ladies he knows from childhood". Moves fast. Teaches us valuable lessons about life is hard and people hurt each other because they want to have sex with other people? I guess. Maybe it doesn't teach those lessons.
This breaks a long streak of my worrying that I couldn't read any more fiction. Turns out I can as long as it's written at the eighth grade level. No offense, murakams.
People on the internet are reading 2666; this was what Infinite Summer was supposed to do as its follow-up, but it got passed on to this Roberto Bolano blog. Hard for that to pull me in, because that blog looks like a big ugly pile of gross. But I imagine I'll start it sometime before they finish.