I’m just coming to the end of another trashy pulp novel and it occurs to me that I haven’t read any fiction that isn’t trivial and silly  for ages, and in fact that the one thing I’ve picked up, which I wanted to read for a long time and then finally stumbled across a copy of, was some Haruki Murakami, but after about fifty pages I just put it down because I couldn’t see the point.  Too much stuff about people and how they understand and misunderstand each other and not enough  exploding helicopters.  I think perhaps I’ve lost my sense of empathy.

The Beatles – Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) mp3