Style Mapping

 The introduction of a work of literature sets the standard for the rest of the work, showing if the author is eloquent and poetic or blunt and caustic. In Neil Gaiman's Stardust, Gaiman writes poetically with colloquial language, using words that are neither dissonant nor melodious, in order to describe the setting. In contrast, Cormac McCarthy's figurative-language-heavy introduction to Blood Meridian balances both an earthy grittiness and an elevated vocabulary as McCarthy describes the surroundings. By far the simplest of all, Walker Lamond's Rules for My Unborn Son has a no-nonsense and almost journalistic approach to writing. The introductions to these three works reflect the subject matter that follows; for instance, Lamond's Rules is simply a book of short, one-sentence rules for his son, whereas McCarthy's Blood Meridian is a Western epic. Each accomplishes its purpose effectively by using different types of language.

Quartlerly

So this quarter, my reading's been a bit eclectic?

I like to believe that I'm a lot smarter and higher class than I really am. Hence, I like to read books that make me feel educated and cultured, meaning I tend to gravitate towards books of substance as opposed to teeny fiction. Not that there's anything wrong with teeny fiction, but, in general, it's not exactly a worthwhile subject of discussion ("Oh my God, that Edward guy is so freakin' hot"). However, the great thing about pretending to be better than I am by reading excellent books is that excellent books are excellent. They're really engrossing, and I thoroughly enjoy them.

This year in general, I think my reading tastes have definitely branched out. I'm kind of been bounding back and forth between fiction and nonfiction. Prior to this year, my reading was very fiction-centric, so this is a recent development. As far as where and when I read, I do the bulk of my reading after dinner in the living room of my house in front of the fireplace. It's too warm to make proper use of this fireplace, and it's not even a real fireplace, but I like to curl up there with a good book and pretend that I'm just oh-so classy.

Nothing this quarter has really challenged me, as far as my reading goes. The books I choose are pretty easy to understand. My goal for next quarter is to read the Bible. I'm gonna do it, goshdarnit! I always tell myself I will, but I never do. I mean, I'm usually trucking along pretty well until BAM! And then Isaac begot Jacob who begot Seth who begot (these are random names; I'm pretty sure that's not how it happened)... And so on. Anyways, I think it's a pretty good choice since a large chunk of the world live their lives by this book (or at least claim to).
Oh, also, I want to better divide my reading. I always find myself reading maybe 80 pages on Thursday night in order to meet the page requirement. And it's not that I dislike reading; I just always forget that reading's an option. Which sounds weird, but when I'm done with my homework, all I can think of is YouTube and sleep. Say hello to the next generation, everybody.

Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami continued

So Norwegian Wood kind of reminds me of Paper Towns. A little bit. Except the protagonist is more of a recluse. The difference here is Norwegian Wood is a lot more deeply rooted in reality, and things don't just conveniently fall into place (not that I'm discrediting Paper Towns; I liked it, but some parts of the book are a little too unrealistic). However, some of the similarities are rather notable: the ho-hum protagonist, the intangible love interest, and the plodding pace of the book.
Norwegian Wood, from a plot-only perspective, is pretty nondescript. It's about a boy going through college when his life is suddenly interrupted by a girl he knew from his high school years. They're connected through a tragedy. Suddenly, the girl disappears, and he must continue his life as usual, wondering why she left and what she's doing now. Along the way, he meets another girl, but then I stopped reading.
Again, the plot's pretty normal. But what I really love about the book is the writing. There's some really fantastic writing in here. I love the style of it, I love the imagery in it, and I love that nothing's left out, but nothing's added either. Norwegian Wood strike a pretty good balance between progressing the plot and showing off the writer's skill.
Before I leave, I'd like to applaud the unsung hero of Norwegian Wood, Jay Rubin, the translator. I mean, my God, talk about first class translating. All the little nuances in the writing could have easily been lost by a less-skilled translator. A+, Jay Rubin. A+.

Currently,

And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie
Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami


This week: 163 pages
Last week: 172 pages
Semester total: 969 pages


Quotes of the Week Quarter


"Clutching these faded, fading, imperfect memories to my breast, I go on writing this book with all the desperate intensity of a starving man sucking on bones" (10). - Norwegian Wood


 "If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will die" (54). - A Long Way Gone 


"...I would carry around a very specific form of physical anxiety that feels kind of like my heart shrinking up like a raisin" (201). - Bossypants


Okay, so my favorite one by far has to be the first one. I mean, hello? Talk about a brilliant quote. It's kind of a cheat (this is its first time appearing in one of my currently posts), but it's so good. I mean, I just love "the desperate intensity of a starving man sucking on bones." I can literally feel the bone in my mouth, I can see the emaciated man in the corner, and I know exactly what Murakami's talking about. Pure poetry. 


The only repeat from my other favorite quotes of ever post. The second quote appeals to me because it's such a good way to live. Forever the optimist because if today sucks, there's bound to be something good on the way. Or death. Whichever comes first. 


And even though it didn't make the cut last time, the third quote just so happened to appeal to me more today than it did a couple of weeks ago. I can totally relate to the feeling of my heart shrinking up like a raisin. It's just such a great way to explain such a distinct feeling. 

Reminder to me, reminder to me~

That's the Reminder Song. Sung to the tune of "Happy Birthday." I'll give you a singing demonstrate of it if you ask me about it. Maybe.

Books I need to finish:
- Columbine
- A Long Way Gone
- Battle Royale
- Norwegian Wood
- The Princess Bride


Needed to get that listed. Now I know. I think I'm gonna finish A Long Way Gone, then Columbine, then Norwegian Wood, then Battle Royale, and then Princess Bride. Okay. Now that that's settled. All is well.

And Then There Were None - The Finale

So I finished reading And Then There Were None. I really love Agatha Christie. So much. Just so much love for Agatha Christie.
Without giving away too much about the ending, the book closes with a note from the real murderer. So if you're like me and you like to take a peak at the ending before you finish a book--don't. At least not for this book. Because you'll quickly notice whodunnit.
Anyways, I think the most intriguing thing about the murderer is the reasoning behind why he/she set up this elaborate scheme on Indian Island. Once you read the ending, you realize how everything was constructed, and you go, "Oooh!" every time you draw connections between what the murderer admits and the events in the book.
Also, while I would never make the argument that Agatha Christie is a literary genius (she's a fantastic author, but the language she uses is pretty colloquial, nothing much to say about it, to be honest), she does have her moments. In And Then There Were None, this moment occurs when the murderer confesses that he/she has "a pitiful human wish that some one should know just how clever [he's/she's] been," referring to the well-tuned plot the murderer had come up with (274).

Overall, And Then There Were None is an awesome book. It represents a period of time in my book-reading life when I was obsessed with mystery novels, it brings back fond memories of my 6th grade field trip, and it just engrosses the reader. Although, I do admit that reading it the second or third time through is not nearly as thrilling as reading it the first time through. And understandably so. But anyways, I would recommend And Then There Were None to anyone. The language is simple enough so that even some well-read elementary students could understand it fairly well, but the plot is engaging enough so that people of all ages should enjoy the book. And Then There Were None really gets down to business. There's no dillydallying, so the plot races along at a really satisfying pace. My only criticism for the book, I guess, would be there are some situations that are a little too implausible or a little too convenient in my opinion. The murderer's plan could have gone wrong in ten different ways, but it just so happened to work. Iunno. It's not a big deal. Just go into the book open-minded. Read a chapter a day so you can kind of prolong the experience and mull over whodunnit. And I think you (dear reader) will find it to be a pretty quick and enjoyable read.

Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami

I was reading Norwegian Wood today (shout out to Elana). Didn't get too far. I read it at the end of the day after my psych test. While I haven't gotten fully engrossed in the plot, I really do love the language. It's just so good! It's hard to choose my favorite quotes because I try to not choose more than one quote per page. But look forward to my quotes this week. They'll be extremely koala tea. Extremely. Thanks to Haruki Murakami and whoever translated Norwegian Wood. It's a really good translation, and there's a lot more attention to detail as far as getting those lovely little phrases that make my little literary heart sing than there is in Battle Royale, though Battle Royale definitely dives into the plot a lot more quickly, but I digress.

So here's the main point of this post. Sorry it took so long. I found something online that pertained to my current reading. Thought it was pretty cool. And here it is. How to write like Haruki Murakami. You're welcome.

Also, I'll probably be writing an expanded version of a Norwegian Wood post after I read more of it tomorrow. I know the anticipation's just killing you, but calm yourselves.