Monday, March 22, 2010
Lunch in Paris
Lunch in Paris, by Elizabeth Bard, is our next foray into virtual book discussion. The author has a web site and a discussion guide. I welcome input for an end date for reading and one for beginning discussion. I know e has two more France/Paris–based books to keep us on the theme: Sarah's Key, by Tatiana de Rosnay, and Woman in the Fifth, by Douglas Kennedy.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Finally, I've finished.
Before I go on, let me say that it was a good book. A very good book. Unfortunately, it's taken me since late October to slog through it. I'm relieved to say that I'm not the only one who slogged through (two of my coworkers I've found out, said the same) it so at least there's that.
OK, so 'Wind-Up Bird Chronicle'.
When I logged it into my Shelfari page the words 'magical realism' came up. That works. I had that that the 'chronicles' were actually about Mr. Okada, but with more reading I began to wonder if there was something more that was only skimmed. So much is going on in this book, so much that connects somehow, but so little is explained that many questions are left by the time the words are read. Like, what about Cinnamon? What about Cinnamon's father? One can conjecture, but one would rather not. I like back stories and now I feel the need to fly to Japan and get to know some of the places mentioned in the book and perhaps meet Mr. Murakami and shake some answers out of him.
Now I see that no one else as written since late last year, except for Cinnamon to say that she's got a life. Which is what has kept me quiet here and elsewhere. So I hate writing more till I know that someone isn't going to read this and feel cheated that I let something slip.
Anyway, I did enjoy the book and may possibly read more of his stuff. Anybody out there?
OK, so 'Wind-Up Bird Chronicle'.
When I logged it into my Shelfari page the words 'magical realism' came up. That works. I had that that the 'chronicles' were actually about Mr. Okada, but with more reading I began to wonder if there was something more that was only skimmed. So much is going on in this book, so much that connects somehow, but so little is explained that many questions are left by the time the words are read. Like, what about Cinnamon? What about Cinnamon's father? One can conjecture, but one would rather not. I like back stories and now I feel the need to fly to Japan and get to know some of the places mentioned in the book and perhaps meet Mr. Murakami and shake some answers out of him.
Now I see that no one else as written since late last year, except for Cinnamon to say that she's got a life. Which is what has kept me quiet here and elsewhere. So I hate writing more till I know that someone isn't going to read this and feel cheated that I let something slip.
Anyway, I did enjoy the book and may possibly read more of his stuff. Anybody out there?
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