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Tuesday, June 25, 2002

ok feel like in the crapping mood. gonna spend out all the life in my brain cells so i can "concuss" on the bed later. this colloquial shit is pretty charming i think. pardon the kooky spelling.

so about the books i've read.
i'm done with the solomon one. very good book on how this spoilt talented rich brat can't get over the death of his mother who had cancer. love the humane and sentimental prose. nothing too verbose but beware.. the protagonist sure can ramble and yakyak like me. :)

then the saramago one.
the only interesting thing is he's portuguese and he's some nobel laurete blah blah...introduction is really interesting but .. hmm. if you like milan kundera, you might like this guy too. otherwise it was good enough for me to read the back cover and start on my own novel.
another +/- point: on one of my "duh" moments (which unfortunately are not few and far apart due to the sleepy haze induced by lying on my bed), his yakkity philosophy can get quite overwhelming.

lastly the cat thing.
downright silly. no point reading it. if you love cats, you'll hate this book. this novel's really about someone posturing as a cat. how lame can you get right. such a pity since i do like japanese novels, being inspired by murakami...
but there's always a plus point: for those interested in early 20th century japanese life and reading one of the first modern writers of japanese fiction. sounds like a potential term paper topic to me if anything else.

my escapade into fiction has led me to intellectual wasteland once again where demi gods battle over minuscule bits of prose and dogs eat the crumbs that fall off the master's table.

BIG err...

posted by happyhannon at 4:17 AM