Murakami and Vonnegut

I’m alternately re-reading 2 books – A Wild Sheep Chase by Murakami in the bath (paperback, ok to get wet), and Cat’s Cradle by Vonnegut in the bed (kindle on ipod, not so ok to get wet).

I realize this probably comes off as me being a pretentious douche, so I’ll admit to the previous book I read being City of Ember, the popular YA fiction hah.

But anyways, my whole fucking point was that Murakami and Vonnegut aren’t celebrated writers of the modern age for nothing. It seems like they write paragraphs that are novels within themselves and sentences that capture my entire life in some romantic quote about a parking lot that used to be an ocean or something.

and I’m glad I’m reading again.

2 Comments on "Murakami and Vonnegut"

  1. Steph says:

    I would never think you’re pretentious. Intelligent, widely read, cooler than me? All possible. Pretentious? No. You’re too awesome for that. js.

    Also? Vonnegut is freaking. delightful. When I am done with my current French fry fiction* kick, I will re-read the Vonnegut I have around here somewhere.

    *French fry fiction – probably not good for you, but damn, it feels good.

    P.S. I’m reading Kelley Armstrong’s “Women of the Otherworld” series. #nothighbrowever

    • zalary says:

      I eagerly await my next trip to the library for more frenchy fry fiction – I like that term. Also Vonnegut is pretty revered, but still less than deserved imo. Where is Vonnegutism the religion? heh

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