Best ending I have ever read. Partly because the rest of the novel was so bloody annoying and predictable, but still: wow. I did not see that coming. And while I have been criticised in the past for enjoying books where nothing much happens (true), I still couldn’t help liking this. With one sentence Murakami has undermined an entire novel. (I’d like to say ‘much like Chekov’, but while I believe this is true from my limited readings and discussions in second-year Fiction… I may be wrong.) I honestly sat up and said ‘what?!’ out loud before flicking backwards and forwards to see if I’d missed something. So well done again, Murakami, you got me. I can’t pretend that I enjoyed the rest of the novel, or the liked a single one of the characters, but the ending really got me.
Other things I have been doing/need to complete:
- Finished reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Now need to decide what I think of it. Have been reading JSTOR articles online regarding the obvious bisexuality that I missed in the novel, so any future entry will probably have something to do with that.
- Making a list of Good Things That It Is Easy To Forget – about life, about work, about relationships. Not to sentimentalize, I hope, but to actually come up with something neat and small and comforting.
- Have been failing to apply for the MA, since I found out I might not be able to make it to the lectures. Despite having promised to apply anyway, it’s getting harder and harder to begin reading my essays and write a personal statement. Must complete!
- Oh, and in the interest of not being sentimental (not!) having a really nice weekend 😀 And looking forward to going away the weekend after next to sleep in a four-poster bed.
Now, however, work calls.