its a beautiful sunday morning. i guess i should really go out for a walk, or swim and not waste it away! better, grab a book and get myself down to the Botanic Gardens, sit at the cafe and have a nice quiet read. except that it is probably going to be packed with families...
currently reading Andrey Kurkov's "Death and the Penguin". the protaganist's pet penguin is depressive. quite funny really. i can identify with the penguin. but i don't know much about them. much less about their various psychological states and the extent of a penguin's ability to feel depressed. (but neither does the protaganist...) remember though that they were once my favourite animal. say when i was about 12? i guess its because they are this cute.
anyway, i forget what it was that i really wanted to post about. i guess it is mainly an update on my sleep(-less) situation. (my inability to construct complex sentences at the moment is a rather good indication of my lack of sleep.)
when i'm in this state of mind, it is really hard not to pull a Murakami book off the shelf to read. and the blue nile music seems to complement it so well. i guess its the whole mood thing. a nice whiskey on the rocks will top it off so nicely. next i'll be watching In the Mood for Love for the nth time. but hey, let's not indulge in this sort of thing. stick with the penguin. at least it's funny, albeit in a tragic sort of way.
"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." - H. Murakami, "Hear the Wind Sing".
(his first novel. got this off an online version. hope its accurate, but i just ordered the book and am looking forward to reading it!)
posted by 儒 @ 01:40
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hey, lend me that murakami book when you are done reading it?
don't know if you feel the same way about murakami, but everytime I read his books (or rather the more recent novels from Sputnik onwards), I think what a crap writer he is...but at the same time, he is so addictive, that narrative that keeps going - wiseguy teenagers, a male protagnoists who cooks well regardless of his mental & refrigerator's state, always-good sex (even when no one is quite sure if it's real), mysterious beautiful women, fantasy underground worlds & wells/holes - so repetitive and contrived? But always somehow a perfect fantasy world to escape into...;>
sure, the book arrived today!
i get frustrated when reading his later novels. can't really decide what to make of them sometimes. its his earlier ones that i read again and again.
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