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halfway through and on par to be the best book ive read

guys wish me luck with this behemoth

there's something about murakamis books that make me fly through them with ease

i don't believe for a second that murakami was sober when he wrote the first 75 pages in this book

why am i reading this and kafka's the castle at the same time am i stupid or

feels like a fever dream, i love u kafka

"If we could only kick out the fascist pig Yanks and the capitalists this would be a neat country"


David is my spirit animal

grateful for not being an unmarried woman in the late 1800s

i love kafka

The middle-class individual in his strong feeling of personality has lost social consciousness; he does not know how entirely he is a social being. In everything of himself, in his body, his mind, his life, his thoughts, his feeling, in his most simple experiences he is a product of society; human society made them all what they are.

reached part six finally, unfortunately i feel as if the plot has died

reiko?????????????

im in a slump and need a break unless something major happens within 20 pages

nagasawa's philosophy on what books to read got me hooked

One can save a person who does not want to be ruined; but when her whole nature is so corrupt and so depraved that she actually perceives ruins as salvation, what is to be done?

"I would argue on the contrary, that these two questions are inseparably linked, it is a vicious circle, women are deprived of rights due to their lack of education, and their lack of education comes from them not having rights. We must not forget that the subjection of women is so great, and so deep-rooted, that we are often unwilling to comprehend the gulf that separates them from us."

I never stop thinking about death... the whole world of ours is really just a spot of mildew which has formed on a tiny planet. And we think we can have something grand - thoughts, deeds! They are just grains of sand.

But that's as old as the hills, my friend!

It is, but you know, when you have a clear understanding of that, somehow everything becomes insignificant.

a man who is literate is much worse as a labourer

pure rollercoaster of a book

"he was now experiencing a feeling similar to that which would be felt by someone who, calmly crossing a bridge over a precipice, suddenly discovers that this bridge has been taken down, revealing an abyss, this abyss was life itself, while the bridge was the artificial life he had been leading"

already incredibly invested in this book:

"and they both suddenly became aware that, although they were friends, although they were lunching together and had drunk wine together which should have brought them even closer to each other, each of them was thinking his own thoughts and neither had any concern for the other."

the sublime writing aaahhh