Spendy
Moved my old TV to my bedroom and for the past few days have fallen asleep to Jeff Tweedy's Sunken Treasure Live dvd, which is pretty soothing as it's just acoustic.
Finished a great book, Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. I guess you'd have to call it magic realism. There are supernatural events, talking cats (or I should say some human characters can talk with them), living ghosts, what you might call gods, a seminal event during WWII that may have been an alien visitation. It's strange but very human, touching, often erotic. I loved how everything pulled together--essentially it's about a young man pulling his life together but in a metaphysical way; it's like some characters are more parts of his self and he needs to pull them back inside to be whole? That's one interpretation at least. As odd as Murakami can get, one will be struck by the lack of melodrama and essential goodness and kindness of the characters. Even the ones who could be villains in lesser hands are just being true to their natures, without malice. He's one of my favorite authors, and this is right up there with his best work.
Also picked up the Evanier Kirby book, which is beautiful but not what I was expecting. I thought this would be more of an insightful bio rather than as much of an art book as it is. I'm not complaining, I just honestly wasn't expecting a coffee table book. I'll read it soon but want to get farther in The Best American Essays 2007.
1 Comments:
Found it! Helped that you provided me with the, you know, direct link...my, you're prolific though!
Tonight's the first class in grad school--and I am queerly nervous.
Your post on food has made me hungry...I'm STILL getting through the egg salad with blue/green/pink/purple bits from Easter Eggs.
*A
Post a Comment
<< Home