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.
June 22, 2009
June 22, 2009 at 9:25 pm
hey there empathy boy there’s nothing wrong with a few exploding helicopters not tthat i can quite imagine them in books somehow but hey. i’ve had a great library run recently
castle freeman – go with me and ross raisin – god’s own country were top hits if you like a bit of backwoods horribleness
June 23, 2009 at 7:45 am
If it’s music related trash your looking for try Fuel Injected Dreams by James Robert Baker, absolutely brilliant and it’s not too difficult to work out which record producer one of the main characters is based on.
June 23, 2009 at 3:31 pm
I go through phases where I read too much genre fiction and have to force myself to read proper books again. But I love Murakami. Though that particular book had an uphill battle with me, having taken its name from a Beatles song.