It’s true! It may have some typos and broken links. I’ll likely update some of the blurbs. But at least it’s up. Check it out here.

It even has it’s own mini blog, so you can stay up-to-date on my work news!

… is just as good as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, although it seems more loose (looser?). Stevie P. was nice enough to give me the book-on-CD version, which I’ve been listening to on work breaks, before bed, and when I drive. I’m not quite done—one CD of 15 left! Dying to finish, but making myself wait until I’m in the car again. (Why? That’s rather silly of me, yeah? Maybe I’ll finish them when I go home today.) I bought a book of Haruki Murakami’s short stories for the trip to CUNY, so that makes waiting easier. I want to read everything he’s written. So exciting, to have a new author I love!

Running themes across the two Murakamis so far include sex as a means of gaining mutual understanding, contradiction as truth, free will as illusion, and cruelty without gain. These are all things I’ve been thinking about the past couple years, since the hurricane. The world has felt utterly unpredictable… perverse… uncontrollable… and, sometimes, cruel for no reason, since the levees collapsed. Murakami’s themes speak to me. I wonder what made the themes speak to him.

And? And. No need to get upset, nothing you can do, try and understand and that’s really it… fatalism is comforting. Maybe bogus. Probably bogus, in everything except for a metaphorical sense. But totally comforting.