As I've told many of my friends in the last couple of months, I find it hard to get into novels. Nonfiction, particularly history, comes much more easily and comfortably to me.
But I've been pushing myself to read more books lately, in particular novels. My hypothesis is that they exercise a different part of your brain, the part with the imagination.
And so I have finally made it far enough into this book by Haruki Murakami to really start enjoying it. It's turned into a fantastical, suspenseful novel, all written from the voice of a terribly isolated narrator.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Wind Up Bird Chronicle
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Hmm, interesting. I have the opposite issue; I can devour a good work of fiction (or let's face it, even a lousy one) in one sitting, but with non-fic I have to keep putting it down and picking it back up again. Right now I estimate I have bookmarks in at least 10 non-fiction books.
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A fine reflection on your reading habits.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you like about it? I never completed it, but I love his other stuff.
ReplyDeleteI like this one a lot more than Norwegian Wood. From what I recall from when I read both, I find the main character more accessible, and the story a bit more compelling and far reaching. The magic-realism is also more haunting.
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