One day after I put the final nail in the coffin of the book blog, I have two posts in a row about books. In yesterday's BOTM post I mentioned how there is a small pack of authors whose words have affected me so greatly I now squirrel away their novels instead of devouring them all at once, saving them for times when you just need to read something by them. Vonnegut is at the top of the list; Mailer sits close by, and although I didn't mention it at the time...
Haruki Murakami is right up there with them, and just released a brand new book.
If you haven't read anything by him, run and pick up Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World or, for a slightly different feel, Norwegian Wood. He has some excellent short story collections like The Elephant Vanishes, and of course huge epic books like The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. His writing has an immediately recognizable rhythm and feel - the protagonists are instantly identiafiable as Murakami-Men (or women, though rarely), and the situations fall somewhere in a land dreamed by Kafka, Borges, and Lao Tzu.
Grab one and get started. Definitely one of my favorite writers of all time.
Stranded Below Nirvana
stranded below nirvana
Examining the life of a Father, Husband, and Geek - whatever that means in 2014. Coffee essential, but not mandatory...