I think, for some reason, I have been avoiding Haruki Murakami’s new book. It’s been sitting on the table next to my chair since it came out in the U.S. but I was inolved with Richard House’s 1003 page thriller The Kills at the time and not ready to break up yet.
When I reached the end of the second book of The Kills, it’s made up of four practically complete novels, I face a small pile of library books that I had to read before their due dates. So I started and gave up on Kenneth Turan’s new book Not to be Missed, though I did add his movie recommendatiosn to my queue, Michael Cunningham’s The Snow Queen and Andy Weir’s The Martian.
I did read Brenner and God, a detective story by Wolf Hass in translation from the German, The Nose by Nicolai Gogol, another chapter of Five Fires, a book on California by David Wyatt and started The Raft, a YA book by S.A. Bodeen during Friday’s Reading Races.
Some of my students did make fun of me Friday’s Reading Races because I had switched from the huge book I was reading last time. 1003 pages inpressed most of them.
But yesterday I finally began Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his Years of Pilgrimage. So far, so good, though I’m only a chapter in.
I have managed to avoid all of the reviews and blog post about it which has not been easy. It’s the book of the moment, at least it was last week, so it’s the one you’ll probably be sick of hearing about by the end of the month if you’re not sick of hearing about it already.
Kind of like The Goldfinch.