Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Goodbye to 1Q84

When I start reading a good book, I can be anywhere and totally disappear into the work. It's what I love most about books. It's a method of transport, no technological device can EVER replace. Because it needs your energy to make it work. It requires something of you which I believe is essential to the soul's endurance. Exactly what that is, I can maybe never say and I'm not sure I would ever want to. But inside a book is more than just words. Inside a book is a reflection of yourself, a journey that you can only experience alone and yet with countless others all at once.

I always get kind of sad when I'm getting near the end of a really good book. Because I'm a book nerd and I get really attached. Particularly to books by Murakami. There always seems to be a bit of a void left behind especially with a book this size. It's a little bigger that the Holy Bible but not quite as large as Bill Clinton's autobiography. You get the idea. I had to put it down for a few months a while ago somewhere near the middle. At a certain point it got gruelingly slow, crazy and scarily uncomfortable. Like many of his books, I also started to get a bit unsettled by all the disturbing and outlandish stuff he was asking the reader to accept and to swallow. He really pushes the envelop in 1Q84 in a way he never has since "The Wind Up Bird Chronicle". But I am so glad I came back to it and continued because it is so worth it.

Near the end, you really feel like you have been through some shit with these two people. You really know them, how they think, what they want, who they are, what they need. And yet there is still that mystery of not knowing at all what will happen next. And strange as this world is, it all feels very right. It is a love story. But nobody would ever call Murakami a formulaic romance novelist or a formulaic anything. He is a strange, clever, smart, anti authoritarian, focused, disciplined, and adventurous writer who loves words and stories and tends always towards narratives that delve below the level of the conscious. It's going to be a hard act to follow. I guess I need something lighter to read after this. But that's not necessarily my preference.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Hard Boiled Review from 2006

I am currently reading "Haruki Murakami and the Music of Words" by Jay Rubin, a  nice dense review of Murakami's books by friend and translator, Jay Rubin which I found in Chelsea his week on a table foe seven bucks. I had exactly seven bucks on me. I had heard about this book in another book on Murakami's literary popularity entitled "A Wild Haruki Chase" compiled and translated by the Japanese Foundation. Since Murakami's latest book which is already released in Japan is not scheduled to be released until October of next year, I've been lusting after anything else I could find by or about him on and off for months. Once I start a book by Murakami, it's pretty much light out on the "real" world until I'm done. No matter what is happening (at least in most cases, I found his last novel surprisingly disappointing l and actually gave it away.) I can open a book of his and be completely submerged.

What Jay Rubin does, albeit not always successfully but as well as can be expected for someone as elusive as Murakami, is take you through his journey as a writer and through his strict disciplinary
process while trying to answer some questions about the strange way he develops characters and where his stories come from inside of him, who his greatest influences are, early and late. It's really revealed a lot more about him for me than I expected and it's thrilling finally to be able to connect some of his strangest plot devices to some logical although at times dream like sensibilities. I continue to be a huge fan.

I was updating this latest read in Goodreads when I  came across a review I wrote 5 years ago of one of his, to understate, most ambitious and eccentric novels.

Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the WorldHard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Haunting. Made me think of Radiohead's "Where I End and You Begin." Even if you've read three Murakami books by now, you're still not prepared for this! I can't even explain what this book is about. All I can say is that he does for the literary world what Michael Gondry does for movies. Somehow, as crazy as it all seems, it expresses, at least for me, the intricate workings of those who live very deeply within their own minds. Murakami's imagination crosses a traditional boundary into a whole other level of possibilities. He sometimes reminds me of Robert Cormier (The Chocolate War) who I used to love to read when I was younger because his storytelling disturbed me in a deeply provocative way. The theme of something ominous shadowing a deluded sense of safety combined with humor, sensuality, adventure, intelligence and an irreverent hope. Incidentally his characters (mainly male) always cook great food and listen to jazz. I love that.



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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Don't Eat Acid



I read into chapter 2 of "Wishful Drinking" during my lunch break at Barnes and Noble this week and I cannot wait to buy it! I love the brilliant cover and I love the way the author name and title run up the cover like the opening credits of Star Wars. That bitch is craaaazy! And I love her but she also scares me a bit. As much as she leaves on the table I have a feeling we still don't know the half of it and thank to ECT, we may never know. Neither will she! LOL!




Monday, December 8, 2008

Once a Bookseller, Never Again


I wanted to work in the fiction section but I was placed in Performing Arts which I soon realized was the best place for me because there was tons of diversity in the books there. But here's how I remember the breakdown of those genres of books, in terms of space, demand and general order and personal interest. There were sections that I was always curious about but which I never explored because in my mind I had placed myself in box of interests which did not include these categories. Having enrolled in the Urban Studies program where I work this semester, I realize now that these interests were much more than just a passing fancy.

Cultural Studies and Women's Studies were sections I was always curious about as well as Anthropology a study I was so poisoned against because of a horrible intro class I took at Bard College. But now I see that Anthropology is much more than just some anemic white people spying on the daily practices of native peoples. Doing and ethnography of whites for my final project in Urban Cultural Diversity has helped me to see that.

Thankfully I remember that the African American Studies section was quite large and constantly being updated with new titles. It was a section that was always way too overcrowded. It took a great deal of effort to pull a single book off of that shelf on most days. The Native American section was a sad, pathetic section with the opposite problem. There were never enough books to fill that shelf. Often books were faced out end to end just to keep books with the spines out from falling over. And I swear to you that I could count on one hand the amount of times a customer asked me to look up a book in the Native American section. There were never many people standing around that section either. The most famous sections for people to hang out in were Art, Photo Essays, Film, Self Help, The Occult and Sexuality for the obvious reasons.

Self Help was one of the largest, most ridiculous and most annoying sections to shelve. I found books in that section that I could not believe existed! The Chicken Soup for The Soul Books had their own section! That section convinced me that Self Help is at least 90% racket. I mean the same things were said over and over by different people that's all and depending on whether there was an Oprah Book Club sticker on it it would rise in sales or go virtually unnoticed. I think most of it is a crock personally but I do see what draws people to self help books like an addiction. It's like anything else: a choice of a variety of ways to be told the same thing over and over again but never apply it. That's America. The illusion of choice will always trump resolution through realistic application.

Then there was Film and Music and celebrity biographies which I loved. I used to hide in the isles often flipping through large format photography books of film studies or musician bios that intrigued me. I also loved reading through some of the screenplays of my favorite movies. I eventually bought the screenplay for Noah Baumbach's "The Squid and the Whale" which for me is one the best modern screenplays I've ever read. When I read it, I can see everything in the movie which I love. It's very accessible and irreverent and conveys a great deal of emotion without being over the top or condescending to the audience.

The Art and Photo Essay section is pretty self explanatory. Everyone likes to stand around or sit around on the floor looking at coffee table books of their favorite artists and photographers or just something that catches the eye. Often, many of the suggestive or plain raunchy photos of nudity served the purpose of providing entertainment or offense to customers. Art & Design was another one of my favorite sections. I got a lot of ideas for design, font websites (I became a fan of font when I interned at Harper Collins one summer)page layout and fashion drawing there.

And last but not least is the business section. Yes, even as turned off as I am by the negative bi-products of commerce and advertising, I totally appreciate the genius behind it. One book in particular called "Lovemarks: The Future Beyond Brands" really held my attention while I did my time at that information desk. It has a great explanation of the way the brands that make the most money are the ones that inspire people to invest a deep emotional association with the product. These products are staples, parts of the family, and represent the fabric of life itself. Anyone of us can see examples of this in our own daily relationships with products. Johnson&Johnson, Kodak, G&E, Vasoline are just a few old favorites. There's also a book I had to read once for a presentation I did while interning at Simon&Schuster called "Trading Up" which also talks about more modern companies like Victoria Secret, Panera Bread and Starbucks and how their marketing of European based products have begun to be associated with "A new luxury" for many Americans.

When I think about working at B&N I realize that essentially, it is my relationship with these books that I missed the most when I left. Working there was fucking insane. I will never work retail again if I have anything to do with it. But at the time, I told myself that if I was going to do retail one last time, it might as well have to do with selling a product I love. I do love the book.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Spook Who Sat by the Door

"Whites were fools and one constantly had to fight in order not to underestimate their power and danger, because a powerful and dangerous fool is not to be underestimated. Add the elements of hypocrisy and fear and one had an extremely volatile combination that could easily blow the country, even the world apart. In the Army, Freeman had learned to respect but not fear the potential danger of the explosives; rather, he learned how to use them."
-Sam Greenelee

I just started reading this book this week. I can count on two hands the number of books I've read about men by men. I don't count "The Outsiders" or Rumblefish" by S.E. Hinton because S.E. Hinton was actually a woman. "Down These Mean Streets" by Piri Thomas I read on assignment in high school and the horrible biography of Donald Goines which I was pretty much forced to read by a friend in high school who worshiped him at the time. "Kaffir Boy", "Black Boy", "Native Son" and "Invisible Man" were also read on assignment. I've known about "The Spook Who Sat by The Door" most of my life. A close friend (also from high school) lent me his copy a few months ago. I'm not that far into it but I really like it so far and I wonder, given it's politically topical nature and obvious underground popularity why it was never picked up our re-released by a bigger publishing house. But I guess the passage above suggests a possible reason.