January 13, 2004
I just finished my second book of the year, Haruki Murakami's Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. The book is a fine example of post-modern noir done well, meandering through its plot of good against evil. Murakami entrances you with his seemingly haphazard storytelling that weaves itself together as the story is told. An excellent book, at first I was reminded thematically of the two Murakami books I read this summer, A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel and Dance, Dance, Dance, and was afraid that a similar storyline would develop. Murakami is too talented for that, and my only regret with this book is that there is no sequel.
While I wait for my book order to arrive, next under the reading lamp is The Color Of Water, A Black Man's Tribute To His White Mother, by James McBride. Normally a front cover blurb from Mirabella magazine would scare me away, but since my wife was kind enough to pick this up for me, I will gladly give it a chance.