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Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
A sort of melancholy but redemptive book about a past romance. Overall, an enjoyable read, sort of tranquil. But (and I'm not sure if this was Murakami's fault or his translator's) words like "wowie zowie" are a bit jarring to see. Argh.
The Girl with Curious Hair, David Foster Wallace
Generally good short stories, although some, a mixed bag. The roundabout storytelling in "Little Expressionless Animals" was excellent. "The Girl with Curious Hair" and "My Appearance" were hilarious. Didn't care for "Lyndon" or "John Billy".
Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
This book had been sitting on my bookshelf for some time, intimidating me with its enormity. It shouldn't have. It's good. I read this constantly for about a week or so, after school ended and before I started work. I'm not so much a travel person, and, as it was, this was one of the better vacations I could ask for. Particularly good points, besides witty, funny prose: amazing detail about Boston, and the first time I'd thought about Medusa in a long, long while.
The Life of Insects, Victor Pelevin
Mmmm...what Dan said.
South of the Border, West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami has tricked me into reading romances. When I started with him, he was writing science-fictiony hard-boilers, and slowly, he's moved towards romance. Well, not in the harlequin sense, but still. He made me cry while on the exercise bike. He made me realize that stories can't teach you everything.

Jen told me to note this back in February, but I kinda forgot to, so I'm doing it now. She says the progression isn't quite what it seems because his writing order is different from the translation order, and because Norwegian Wood is more pure-romantic than Wind-Up Bird, and Norwegian Wood was written earlier. Oops. But hey, maybe the pattern is there, but with some noise.

I may have misstated her, so she should correct me if I did.
Americana, Don DeLillo
Wow. Great first novels always make me somewhat jealous and slightly worried.
A Tenured Professor, John Kenneth Galbraith
A light satire about a Harvard economics professor who takes over the stock market and invests in "good" causes, by a Harvard economics professor. Very funny, in that dry, witty Cantabridgian elite sort of way. Oh, I miss my days of being part of, yet simultaneously mocking, my surroundings of elevated Bostonian liberal snobbery. Kevin D., you would get a kick out of reading this book.
The White Guard, Mikhail Bulgakov
I did not like this book as much as The Master and Margarita, but that's my fault, not Bulgakov's. In general, I'm just not so into war stories, but I'm still glad Sean made me read it. The reader gets an amazing sense of the confusion and fear in Kiev in 1918. The epilogue at the back of Sean's copy of The White Guard is an essential read, providing a good epilogual (is that a word?) context.

maybe, if read again

Operation Shylock, Philip Roth
I have a fondness for self-referentiality in fiction. The problem with this is that appreciation for self-referentiality tends to be built from an understanding of context, and that, I did not have for this book. Alas. I keep feeling like I missed out on something funny because I don't know enough about Israeli politics. And, unfortunately, the story itself was not compelling enough for me to feel fulfilled after reading this book.

maybe

Glyph, Percival Everett
Young prodigy baby born to literary theorist and artist. Craziness ensues. Okay, but not as spectacular as I'd hoped.
A Vaudeville of Devils, Roberto Girardio
A very mixed bag of short stories. Some of them, too cheesy for me to take (like "The Primordial Face" and "The Defenestration of Aba Sid"). Others, a good idea, but not carried out wonderfully ("Arcana Mundi"). One, beautiful ("The Dinner Party").
The Humument, Tom Phillips
An illustrated book created from another book. Cute conceit, a little cheesily done.
House of Spirits, Isabel Allende
This book is charming. I'm not so sure I like charming. So it's not really the book, it's me. One of those epic sagas about a family in growth, then in decline, and then in a sort of redemption at the end. It's well written, although like many of its kind, a little too breezy in areas.
My Year of Meats, Ruth Ozeki
Gift from Amy. Fun read, but very very light. That, and a little preachy. But mostly it was the lightness that bothered me. Oh well.
Ratner's Star, Don DeLillo
Prodigy, signal from stars, hiding in big holes in the earth. Some parts sound almost as if Contact cribbed from it. Many parts were a bit self-absorbed in its own technicality. Still, amusing.
Girl in Landscape, Jonathan Lethem
Less than amazing, but I think that may be because I have weird issues with books written from young girls' points of views. I always want to relate, and never can, and maybe I just try too hard.

no

Hannibal, Thomas Harris
Yeah, had to read it. Eh, not amazing. Nice disgusting touches, but I am too jaded to be affected. All right ending, though.

non-fiction

Everything for Sale, Robert Kuttner
Really great book! The sections on the history of various industries (health care, money markets) took me a long time to read, though, but I think that's because of my complete ignorance in those areas, because, in contrast, the section on public choice theory went like a breeze. The book was thorough and well written. On the other hand, you pretty much know it's biased, but hey. I can deal. "Your man Kuttner," as Justin calls the author, in talking to me.
Somewhere in the Night, Nicholas Christopher
Book about film noir. Really not that insightful, just gives a book report of many films in the genre and raves about them. Tries to connect them to certain themes, but it didn't really carry for me. Alas.
Inequality Reexamined, Amartya Sen
Written by the 1998 Nobel Prize winner for economics. One of his more written- for- normal- people books, although it's still a bit too complicated for my usual style of reading while on the exercise bike. But interesting. Begins with how all major philosophies want "equality," and only differ along what "equality" entails. He argues that equality should take into account differentiated *abilities* to achieve utility.
Seduced by Science: How American Religion Has Lost Its Way, Steven Goldberg
Steven Goldberg (I keep getting waitlisted out of his classes) has written an amazing book again. This time, an insightful look into the relationship between law, science, and religion. He makes the argument that by relying too heavily on the arguments and "basis" of science, religious groups and leaders in America end up undercutting the inherent value of their faiths. It's a similar argument to that made by Stephen Carter in Culture of Disbelief (I think. I must admit I haven't read the book; I've only heard Carter speak) concerning religions' overreliance on the law.

Anyway, it's a pretty neat book. If it wasn't hard backed and expensive, I'd send it off to Kevin D.
Sexual State of the Union, Susie Bright
Oh dear, could I be *beyond* Susie Bright? I must confess, I did not enjoy this book nearly as much as her others, yet I cannot discern any substantive difference. Maybe because, during the past year, the subject of sex has been less salient to me than in most years. Maybe because I've heard her same old stuff before. Maybe because, dare I say it? sex is not as exciting a topic anymore.
Dancing Naked in the Mind Field, Kary Mullis
Amy gave this to me for Christmas. Random essays of the 1993 Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry for inventing PCR, about his life, about chemistry, about women and his love of them, about the joy of surfing, about the OJ trial (since PCR played a large evidentiary role), about his belief in psychic phenomena, and about his experiences with pot and LSD. Really. Good lines like: "There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for 'melancholy of relationships past.' It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music."

He seem to hate environmentalists, though, and I have a problem with that. But if I can set that aside (which unfortunately, I can't) I would probably have been amused by the chapter which was a not-all-that-disguised snipe at Prof. Molina, who won the Nobel Prize for his discovery of ozone depletion. As it was, I wasn't so amused.