It seems like I’m in the middle of one of those weird phases where my range of interests is expanding out of control. So much more music I want to hear (after cooling off a bit on the music for the last few months), and especially books I want to read. So I’ve been buying a lot of CDs again, all of sudden, which isn’t really good, since I’m already surrounded by far more music than anybody could ever listen to. Reading of course goes slower, but I’ve recently read and enjoyed Haruki Murakkami’s Norwegian Wood, which I thought for a long time I’d already read, but was happy to discover I was wrong (when all his books were re-issued with similar covers a few years back I guess I got confused). I was less into Thomas Disch’s 334, which I found tough going - the first book of his I’ve read, it mixed together so many stories and characters, it was hard to get interested in any of them - despite the books slightly depressing view of the not so future urban environment, which is usually a field that appeals to my fucked up head. This morning I finished up Steve Erickson’s Arc d’X, which had somewhat the same effect on me, even though I like his prose and tangled, romantic world views much better - perhaps in this one his crazy ambition went a little too far. The first Erickson book I read was Amnesiascope, and it still remains my favorite. 8:27 PM >>> 0 comments

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