… although I have not heard him (and doubt I ever shall) the wind-up bird has rather gripped my thoughts—in a way, even my consciousness, and to the extent that I’m just going to have the let the damn thing drip away. Recede from the thoughts, I do hope, because everything I write is presently sounding a whole lot like Murakami. And I don’t need to tell you, that ain’t good.
What a book. Aren’t I supposed to have some little Now Reading widget? Crap, this novel wouldn’t fit in any widget, and the last thing I want to become is an Amazon Anything. Nope, this blog is remaining commercial-free to the end of time or I can’t type anymore, whichever comes first. Last man (woman) standing.
But here. A few bits of this wretchedly good, haunting stuff.
“A person’s destiny is something you look back at after it’s past, not something you see in advance.”