During a slightly slow period at work, I’ve taken a look at the blog-template I’m using…it’s simple…I should have this place looking more like “me” in no time.
I think I’m going to use this blog to publish things like short story ideas and random religious writings. I’ve got a “diary” page on my website for the more personal stuff. Using the blog for the other things will keep my bandwidth down a little at www.derekbrink.com, I think…so maybe this is a good thing and not the loser-wanna-be-celebrity thing that I’ve always assumed blogs to be.
I can’t believe that I LIKE this! 🙂
In what barely qualifies as “news,” I recently read “Kafka on the Shore” by a Japanese guy whose name I can’t remember right now. Avoid it. It sucks you in early, and you get to REALLY care about the story. Then it gets all pantheistic and weird, and has the crappiest, most rushed ending in the world. I’ll save you a LOT of time with the following summary/spoilers.
If you don’t want to read the spoilers because you want to read this steaming pile of…umm…a book, then please check out the links to the right. The blog belonging to Nikomas Perez is particularly good.
You’ve been warned…spoilers below…
Kafka–the main character–doesn’t know who his mom is. He falls in love with an older woman and sleeps with her, all the while having a feeling that she’s his mom–which is never confirmed nor denied. He also sleeps with a 20-ish girl he meets, who he suspects and hopes to be his sister–which is also never confirmed nor denied, but she’s probably not. The retarded guy–who’s the only one in the story that you end up liking–dies. Then some sort of weird thing that was possessing his body escapes through his mouth. His friend kills the thing, and flips over a stone that supposedly closes the door to another dimension or some b.s. like that. Then the lady Kafka was in love with dies. Also, there’s a woman who’s pretending to be a man that turns out to be completely useless. A guy kills a bunch of cats and is then murdered, and it turns out he was Kafka’s dad.
There…I saved you 400 pages of utter crap.
Read “The History of Love” instead. It also has a non-ending, but at least the stuff leading up to it is good…or read anything by Nick Hornby. He’s great.
Until we meet again.