Our fiction casually adjusted to accommodate the blast, even if we thought we were writing far from the blast, we were, indeed, not writing about the blast at all. The world had already been absurd, to those paying attention to the unending reported and even more unreported brutalities around the globe; perhaps the world is …

The Colorless Murakami

Here are a few thoughts I had while reading Haruki Murakami’s current novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. A book I didn’t hate, but didn’t particularly like, either. This includes hints at major plot points, so be warned if you care about spoilers.  This is the first time the prose of a …

The Problem with Reading Books of Epic Proportions in Bed

During the few pages you manage to read before you get too sleepy the plot barely moves along. Happened to me the other night with John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. When I started, the core characters stood around a car needing repair talkin’ ‘bout things. When I put the book aside they were still …