Books I enjoyed recently
ooh this guy reads books?
I got myself an e-reader recently. Trying to save paper, being the terrible human I am. And I got to read books I never thought I would because books are very expensive. I read a ton of weird shit. Fucked up fellas writing fucked up stories and also sane fellas trying to write sane stories which turn out to be just as fucked as the others. I read them and I love them. But I loved some of them more than the others.
If you are getting tired of your boring old life, look at these Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Breakfast of Champions - Kurt Vonnegut
Vonnegut expresses his vengeance for the world by making things look as ridiculous and stupid as possible. Pair that with black comedy, absurd reality, naturalism, coping mechanisms, you get Breakfast of Champions: a godly satire.
This book's about a amiable car salesman about to tip over the edge and a writer whose ideas are so fucking good that nobody really knows about them.
Vonnegut is that part of your mind which screams to be let out. He doesn't say facts, he vomits them. He has become one of my favorite writers of all time.
The Bus Driver Who Wanted To Be a God - Etgar Keret
When I was in dire need of some short literature to read in my busy fucking life, this flash fiction collection swooped in and said Hello, left me in awe and a massive concussion. Bless the man who wrote it.
Think of Kafka + unhinged black comedy. You get about 20 of these 3-paged stories, some of which blow your head of with a stick of dynamite while some leave you questioning the entirety of the universe. Great for some bedtime dopamine rush.
The Sense of an Ending - Julian Barnes
I still have no sense with what happened in the end, but man, this is some really nice writing that kept me hooked like the weight of the world hooked onto you when you were born.
This book's about a few pompous good-for-nothing scholars their extremely intelligent friend, adolescence and (some) shitty parents. But that's just not it. This book's also about life, tragedy and the evergreen feeling of not understanding shit.
Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri
This book is packed with heart-wrenching, emotional stories with dysfunctional families written by an Indian-American refusing to believe that she's an Indian writing Indian stories.
Ingredients in this amazing dish: flawed characters, cultural disconnection, loneliness and a secret sauce. I think the stories are very real. That’s not very good. But what can you do about eh?
11/22/64 - Stephen King
Pardon me but I listened to this book, and I don't fucking regret it. This was my first King novel, and it was exquisite. It has everything you need: murder, love, dancing, time-traveling and a middle-aged man trying to save the world. Just wow.
If you do read this, consider the audiobook narrated by Craig Wasson. Bro is a beast of a narrator.
Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
Just kidding, I DID NOT LIKE THIS BOOK. It was just mid. Just read my review. I just figured I'd through this in for the irony.
That's it. There they are. The books of glory. Books read by a teenager who probably didn't understand shit. Either way, happy reading!
Note from the guy who wrote this thing: Things have changed lately. I am experimenting with my style, my life, my everything. I don’t get much time to post things around here anymore. It feels kind of weird. But here I am, nonetheless. As for the future, who knows? Maybe I’ll stick around, maybe I won’t. If you want to stalk, here’s my blog.