tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274526.post113944287353045029..comments2023-03-29T06:40:33.474-05:00Comments on Moon Sash Productions: More like KRAPkaamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625810087204101048noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274526.post-1139857495300362802006-02-13T14:04:00.000-05:002006-02-13T14:04:00.000-05:00I'm willing to forgive Murakami for his monstrosit...I'm willing to forgive Murakami for his monstrosity based on the facts that 1. The Colonel from Kentucky Fried Chicken is a character in his sad, mentally masturbatory novel, and 2. We'll always have The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, which was, fittingly, penned somewhere just off of Nassau Street in Princeton, NJ. <BR/><BR/>I like the real Kafka too much to like any book entitled, irresponsibly, "Kafka on the Shore." More like "KAFKA ON THE WHORE." Zing. How's that for punching a whole in the frailties of Japanese culture? <BR/><BR/>But, seriously, sometimes when I get sad about this failed book, which is often, I climb inside a dried up well, and think dried up thoughts, riding the fine line between catatonia and consciousness. In a very Gogol flight of fancy, or perhaps in reality, I found a giant talking milkshake and a giant foot in a lush apartment at the bottom of the well last time I visited. The elevator was out and I had to take the stairs. <BR/><BR/>Let this be a lesson to us all: a bad novel is no substitute for a bout on the stairmaster.segranthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09860314360944438400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274526.post-1139850241810282232006-02-13T12:04:00.000-05:002006-02-13T12:04:00.000-05:00I mean I basically skimmed the whole way through K...I mean I basically skimmed the whole way through Kafka, and you have to acknowledge that Murakami is eminently skimmable. Still, I read KoTS before W-uBC (these acronyms make me feel like I'm actually talking about Final Fantasy VII summons in a GameFAQs discussion board, and I like that), and although KoTS is a hideous, mannered literary abortion, I found its effect on W-uBC was mercifully negligible. However, once I read about the third or fourth Murakami novel, I found his puerile obsessions basically insurmountable obstacles, and found myself, as I compulsively read everything he's ever written, longing, much like Van Veen in his sexual couplings, to reclaim the Bergsonian thickness of the moment that had so deliciously haunted my reading of W-uBC. And with that, I am going to go read some tendentious garbage about Leon Krier, who called modern architecture "fascistic" and then went on to become the principal apologist for an actual Nazi architect, ALBERT SPEER. Postmodernism is amazing.Elizabeth Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14751840419490484536noreply@blogger.com