i have gone off murakami in a big way having just trudged (increasingly resentfully) though the wind up bird chronicle. i really enjoyed kafka and norwegian wood. found them quite powerfull and unexpectedly affecting actually. but i really disliked the wind up bird chronicle. i think i've just had enough of his wooly mysticism, aimless unsatisfying plots and stilted narrative and dialogue. that sort of passive/disconnected/alienated central character thing really started to grate on me after a while too. i just wanted to slap the main character for about the last 300 pages. i didn't give a fuck what happened to him i just want it to be over. and when it eventually was, there was no resolution, explanation or satisfation. loose threads everywhere, converging storylines left hanging and unexplained. not mystical or brave, just fucking pointless, shapeless, seemingly ill thought out and very very irritating. i hated it.
at the moment i'm reading the pickwick papers (my first dickens!) and am loving it. surprised to find it genuinely funny. not what i was expecting at all.
also still occasionally picking up neil young's biog and julian copes' japrocksampler.
i have gone off murakami in a big way having just trudged (increasingly resentfully) though the wind up bird chronicle. i really enjoyed kafka and norwegian wood. found them quite powerfull and unexpectedly affecting actually. but i really disliked the wind up bird chronicle. i think i've just had enough of his wooly mysticism, aimless unsatisfying plots and stilted narrative and dialogue. that sort of passive/disconnected/alienated central character thing really started to grate on me after a while too. i just wanted to slap the main character for about the last 300 pages. i didn't give a fuck what happened to him i just want it to be over. and when it eventually was, there was no resolution, explanation or satisfation. loose threads everywhere, converging storylines left hanging and unexplained. not mystical or brave, just fucking pointless, shapeless, seemingly ill thought out and very very irritating. i hated it.
at the moment i'm reading the pickwick papers (my first dickens!) and am loving it. surprised to find it genuinely funny. not what i was expecting at all.
also still occasionally picking up neil young's biog and julian copes' japrocksampler.