I’m in a reading slump. Pynchon’s Bleeding Edge. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch. Phong Nguyen’s Pages from the Textbook of Alternative History. Nothing sustained me, and I couldn’t convince myself to read anything. Why can’t I let go of those books?
So I picked up Haruki Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart. I’ve never read any of his stuff, we had it in our library, and it was short. So I read it, and I got through it. And it was good. In fact, I think Canelli should read this book. I know he’ll be able to squeeze at least a week’s worth of posts out of it, because it was definitely “one of those books.” If you go into the book expecting what the back cover advertises (a sort of detective mystery novel), then you’ll be seriously disappointed. But if you go into it thinking “I wonder what book best pairs with The Postal Service’s album Give Up while also extensively exploring sexual dualism,” then you’ll enjoy it. Also, I only vaguely know what I mean by “sexual dualism,” but after you read it, you’ll kinda get what I’m poking at.
I’ve got another book in the works now. It’s a weird one, skirting the line between fiction and nonfiction; it’s a book about real events and people centered around fake stuff. Sounds interesting…but is it really? I’ll just say this about it: no matter what you think you saw, it was probably a sturgeon.