Books & Stuff
Sometimes, in my more narcissistic moments, I wonder what it would be like to become a famous writer as has always kind of been my dream, and to write a collection of essays all about my thoughts on life. But I don’t think I could do it better than Vonnegut.
This is the first Murakami book I have actually managed to read all the way through, and I think I finally understand somewhat why he is so well-regarded.
I, Human initially caught my eye because of the Asimov reference in the title.
Fight Club is one of those famous books I hadn’t yet read but felt immense pressure to read due to its seemingly universal presence in pop culture.
I had been procrastinating reading this book for a while, because I was honestly too scared to read it.
When I was reading this book I just kept thinking about the thought that comes into my head sometimes, about how I can just tell that my life is not going to amount to anything all that interesting or happy.
How will the world end? Nuclear war? (thanks Putin) Alien invasion? (Fermi paradox until it’s not) or…. smallpox outbreak from a bioweapons experiment gone wrong?
There was a time not so long ago when I would have deeply related to this book.
This book was gloriously pretentious, and I loved it.
We’ve all had an existential crisis at least once in our lives.
Usually whenever I remember my dreams they are simultaneously vague and vivid, always somewhat disturbing but with the unmistakable tinge of real life.
This entire book reads like a weird fever dream.
Picture this: you’ve been instantaneously transported into 19th century Russia, in the slums of St. Petersburg.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to watch Nickelodeon or Disney Channel. So I missed out on what is seemingly an otherwise shared experience of 90s-early 2000s kids– but for that, perhaps, I should be grateful.
For most of my life, eating meat was the most normal thing in the world.
This was kind of a weird book but nevertheless it was interesting.
There’s a lot to unpack in this book.
I spend a lot of time thinking about death.
It has been looking more and more likely that the future of warfare in general lies in cyberspace.
Does anyone remember that time when the government put us on semi house arrest for like a year because of a disease? And it sucked?
Frappes and Fiction 